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2 // man named 'sir'

Upon these tall bumps in the land lay the winding trails leaving scars within the raw dirt. It was atop one of these mountains that the man we called 'sir' took our class once in a full moon to get a look at what was living alongside us as we carried through with our mundane daily routines.

The bus ride was always a little less than extraordinary, the usual chants and gossips coming from each of the hyper teenagers seated within the vehicle. It wasn't until that day that I saw him sitting in the back, the seat that no one wanted to be in. It was on that bus ride that I first noticed him.

Each trip to that mountain was more interesting than the last. Each time would consist of the man we called 'sir' telling us to observe the same things and point out those same things to each other.

The man we called 'sir' had one rule however- never speak while in the presence of raw nature.

That rule was easily obeyed by myself and it was always easy to stay to myself and listen to the sounds of birds mating in call, the early crickets coming out to state their sound and the soft rustle of the wind upon the native plants growing around us.

That rule was broken when I began talking to him.