Orion

     Isosceles trapezoids pleased Jack.  The rectangular shape of the pool made more geometric figures along the roof top.
     Jack had been busy cleaning, fixing broken chairs, painting, and building decking and finally adding plants. As he stood looking at the angular pots mixed with the round ones, he thought back on his first connection with the residents here.
    He appeared on the doorstep of apartment 306. He tried to straightened his hair, but his work clothes made him look a bit bedraggled. But when she opened the door, his smile made him seem familiar to Rose.
    She opened the door, slightly tilted her head to the right, and paused for just a second before asking "Yes?"
     "Hello, I am Jack, Jack Stars and I live on the roof and I am refurbishing it, and I need your help."
     She paused once again thinking he had something else to say. But, in fact, she was glad in wasn't the police. "Yes?" She said again. "What kind of help?"
     "I have several planting containers and I'm looking for special kinds of plants to fill them with."
     "Special kinds?"
     "Yes."
Again she paused. "What kind?"
     "Ones that make people," he hesitated, trying to find the right word, "compelled."
     "Compelled to do what?"
      With a perplexed look on his face, he said, "Would you mind visiting the rooftop. Perhaps you will know what I mean."
       All along the sides of the pool Jack placed several mason jars with candles in them.  The sun was setting and their lights flickered and reflected in the water.  Rose could see the slight mist rising from the pool. Music was playing from somewhere.
     "Wow," she said and looked at this strange, thin young man standing next to her. "I think I can figure out something."
     Jack hummed along as he continued to sweep, glancing at the plants Rose had suggested, and the sunset.  He stopped and knelt down to feel the water.  He cupped it in his hands, stood-up and let it trickle down. Singing along to the music, "...But I don't know what time it is, it's in a jar," he looked around at the candles. "Which of these lights will light the way to justice for Mr. Evans?"