The Story of Us

16

Time passes by like an endless spinning wheel. It spins and spins and spins and spins. The wind doesn't need to prompt it because it knows that without its element to blow an object; it would simply cease to continue motion.

That would indicate an end to the current cycle until it starts to move again.

Once the wind blows it the cycle restarts. That's what my life did after Harry. It restarted. Much the same as his I'd imagine.

It took me a few weeks after finishing that story in that notebook to work out my own issues and I have to admit, I'm feeling better. I'm at the stream today with my favorite book.

A Tale of Two Cities.

You cannot beat the classics like a Charles Dickens novel.

I have my fishing pole in one hand, my book in the other and I had eaten breakfast this morning. Flat bread with some of Beeja's delicious eggs.

Life was good and amazing. The weather was warm and I was out lounging by the stream; butt naked as a Jaybird. It's too warm for clothes and I didn't wear any whilst walking to the stream just because I didn't have to.

See? It's amazing living out in the wild and not living up to society's standards of decency. If it's too warm, I'm going to walk around as I please. Whose gonna see? The fish? A renegade mountain goat? I've already done scared those a-holes off.

I know that just because I live wild shouldn't mean I need to act wild.

If going naked to the stream is acting wild?

Well, rawr tiger.

I chuckled at the thought, scratching my leg from the bug bite.

I never did mention that after Harry's departure I threw that mask away over the hillside. I no longer have it. I figure my new life could start without hiding behind something. So, I threw away what I had hidden behind for a few long weeks.

I'm not ashamed of who I am – at least most days. When I was a teenager I thought as one and acted as one. When I became an adult, I put away childish thoughts and dreams.

I grew up.

I'm no longer a child and because I no longer have the luxury of reminiscing of the dreams I used to have; I focus on the ones I can still make possible.

My first goal? Catch twenty fish today.

My second? Skinny-dip and shower under the waterfall at the other side of the stream. I'm glancing at it right now. Roaring water rushing the rocks below. It's deafening, but what a sight.

My third goal is to make dinner. I will be having roasted strawberries and oranges over a tomato juice and green pepper mix. Mostly greens, but the sweetness of the strawberries combat the tartness of the peppers and soak in perfectly with the tomato sauce. The juices when they're combined – oh, man! Heaven!

Mix some of Beeja's eggs and flat bread crumbs? You won't find that at any hoity toity restaurant. Only here in the good ol' wilderness of Beartooth mountain in Montana by the mountain girl herself. Bellerose Marie Tuilelaith.

I've caught about six fish – maybe that's a good goal for today.

Harry's ring came in handy.

I smile at the glittering piece of jewelry.

"Best tool I ever had gifted to me." I agree, watching a fish open its mouth and suck in the ring, it's inside getting snagged on the jagged diamond.

"Yes! Seven fish baby! Read em and weep!" I dance around, scoop the fish up into an old medical box I decided to use to collect and haul the little bastards back home.