The Times Are Changing
Early one morning:
"You know, I never really liked the French."
Leonardo Martinez mumbled these words while eating a pork sandwich, stretched out on the rooftop he and his close friend had been working on during one of the hottest days Cuba had ever experienced. As the sweat dripped off him, it felt as if, over time, he had lost near 5 pounds. The heat was just too damn high.
"And just what makes you say that?", chuckled Raul, surprised over the sudden comment that had broken the pervading silence. The streets were almost desolate; everyone either hit the beaches or stayed home. Time and time again one or two cars came down the small road across from them, chugging and hiccuping smoke and fumes along the way, but that was seldom.
"I don't know. It's just a feeling... I mean, you know when sometimes a strange thought, almost foreign, just enters your head?... eh, well, maybe it's not even that foreign." Leonardo stared off into the distance. He let out a sigh. "I was thinking about my family, to be honest with you. I was thinking about my childhood. As a kid, my parents wouldn't let up about the French; whether it was about French music, French furniture, French people, French this, French that."
Raul looked at the side of Leonardo's face as he looked to the horizon. Leo had been through some things, Raul was aware. To the extent, he wasn't sure... but who could be? Leo kept mostly to himself. It was the moments like these that surprised Raul. The moments that let you really get inside the shell of a man, and add a layer of some color to what otherwise is an empty shadow on a wall. Then again, they weren't so different, either. They both shared similar lives in the most base sense... sleep, eat, work. Sleep, eat, work. Sleep. Eat. Work. That was a day in the life.
"I've always liked Japan, though."
Once again, Leo's murmuring broke the settling silence, this time awaking Raul from his pondering. "Where is this coming from, Leo? I really can't follow you." Leonardo looked over at Raul and smiled, then turned his head back towards the horizon, facing the near-setting sun. It would get colder soon. Thank god for that.
"Like I said, it's just a feeling." Leo didn't know jack about Japan, except a few basic things in school... an isolationist nation for generations, keeping to themselves. A view many would regard with distrust. Yet, Leo was the same. He kept to himself, tried to remove himself from situations that didn't involve him, found himself pushing away influences that he disliked. Sometimes, he just wanted to be left alone, and wasn't that his right?... Still, he was changing, along with the times. The older he grew, the more he realized that he wanted to know people. He didn't NEED them, but he wanted to know them. He wanted to reach out and learn, appreciate... As a kid, while he couldn't appreciate Japan, he felt he could understand them. He was the same. Or at least, he was...
Snapping back to reality, Leo perked his head upwards, and shifted his gaze towards the sky. It was orange now. It was blue once. It will be black soon. It all made sense to him, in a strange way.
He started to whistle a tune. Softly, gently at first, then it began to pick up. Suddenly, Leo hummed out some words,
"Gather 'round people, and admit that the waters around you have grown, and accept it that soon, you'll be drenched to the bone, if your time to you, is worth saving... then you better start swimmin', or you'll sink like a stone... for the times, they are a-changin'..."
Raul's eyes opened in wonder. "What song is that, Leo?" It sounded so smooth to his ears, but he was sure he had never heard it before. "Oh, just a lil' thing I came up with. I haven't thought of the rest yet, but I think it's coming along nicely," smirked Leo as Raul began to laugh. There was something in the air that day, a feeling of a new start to something. And who knew what that could be?
Leo continued the tune, and as it went on without lyrics, Raul felt an emptiness inside the song, inside of him, even, that needed to be filled. Without even thinking, Raul, too, began to sing:
"Don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin, and there's no tellin' who that it's namin'... for the loser now, will be later to win, for the times, they are a-changin..."
They both looked at each other and laughed. It really was a new beginning. The tune still stuck in their heads, and a spirit of common creativity in their hearts, they sang together:
"The line, it is drawn.. and the curse, it is cast... and the slow one now, will later be fast... as the present now, will later be past... the order is rapidly fadin'... and the first one now, will later be last, for the times, they are a-changin'!"
Erupting in laughter, Leo and Raul nearly fell off of the roof. The times really were changing.