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Dec. 24, 2006 The light started to come up above the summit, and it came slow, but it was sure in its own purpose and particular wisdom. The whole hill, once lush and green with growth, was now long yellow and devoid of life. There were little pathways that people had walked up, that were made only by one person following where another had gone, and thus creating a passage. It was steep, and a person would have to lean forward and walk purposefully to make the way up. There was at the bottom, the sound of running water, and the water splashed against rocks and fallen trees as it made its way down from higher levels, settling there. Parts were frozen, but only with a thin layer of ice, and other parts of the water were frozen with thicker ice. Mostly though, it was a fight between thawing and freezing again, and it was like the water was dying to ice, but part of the water still lived, and it reminded one of a person’s march, towards death, or death's march towards a person, and how it might be like that, not all happening at once, but parts shutting down. This was sadder in ways, than a sudden death, because the living parts were not only alive, or being, but still had a great hint of their full vibrancy. There were not many animals, and a few squirrels would show themselves, mostly in trees. They were gray and they were black, so nimble and able to dart here and there. The area was lower than the surrounding areas of the wood, and it would seem that this would protect it a bit from the old angry winds that never went away, even though they sometimes rested for a moment, like a prize fighter taking and then spitting out some water. But the winds did enter the wood, and were fierce, and howling, and contained no pity, no remorse, no sorrow, and no salvation. They just flew, and made whatever was in their path fly also, and one feared, if one knew their might, for they were angry and capable, and there is nothing worse than something capable that has no soul, and has become vexed, and doesn’t care for its sin, but is rather boastful. Eventually the whole light that could come up above the summit had arrived, at its slow and deliberate and knowing pace. Where there had been mud, as in a rainy spring, or a summer shower, there was now hardened and dried out earth. Up, up, up, was the sun. And when it was done, it would go down, somewhere else, and for the time being, the fight would go on between the part of the water that wanted to be water, and the part of the water that wanted to freeze, as the summit sat stoic and still and immense. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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