August 28, 2013 - 3:29pm — Seed
[=darkgreen] The day before yesterday, I awoke for the first time in a long time. As always, everything was as it has always been. Change happens in people, not in locations.
It was still summer, subtle as the differences may be -- a certain humidity in the air, a certain activity that buzzed like flies...
It may have been my imagination, but the warm blue sky felt lonely. Of course, that probably was just my imagination -- people were about, as I said. I just didn't recognize most of them anymore.
...Well, except one. Ephra, of all people. I wouldn't say we've ever been friends, exactly: in the crowds of admirers, of people warmed by her maternal smile, I've likely just been another faceless mass. All the same, I have been warmed by that smile. Seeing her present again makes me feel happy, and it seemed at the time to be an omen.
Without any specific idea of where else to go, I sat by her, and watched the water beetles glide across the surface of the lake, avoiding the darting tongues of frogs and the gaping mouths of koi.
We sat there for a long time.
Now, onto yesterday.
At first, I thought I saw pictograms I recognized -- in truth, I think I did recognize them, but not...Not exactly. I mean, I recognized the pictograms -- I'd seen them about before... But had a hard time placing the names. They slid about my head, without a firm slot. Still, having approached them, I felt uneasy departing. So I settled down with them in the birch forest.
There was a whispering in the trees that day -- I wasn't exactly interested in gossip, but they demanded I hear it. In her travels, she was drawing closer again.
a fawn looking at grown stags teaches the fawn the ways of how to be a stag of the forest
