This I write for her, much as I used to do. Now, I write this for all of you, to flex my creative muscles, which seemed to have atrophied over the last few months. I called this a Scene, back when her and I used to write often. I haven’t done a scene in a long time. I am hoping to do them again. After what happened yesterday, I just wanted to write this, so all of you would know, and maybe, just maybe, so would others, when our time comes. When our days are done, and we can finally rest. Rest for eternity. That said, here goes.
Close your eyes
You look up at the sky. The clouds of intersteller dust that are lacing the stars almost seem to be moving as you walk down the road. The road is paved, and easy to walk down. A cool breeze passes by overhead as you continue to travel down it. You know your destination, but for reasons you can’t explain, you feel absolutely no compulsion to get there quickly. It is like all the stresses and reasons that make life work have suddenly vanished, and you feel comfortable like that. It is like you are all that exists in the universe.
A bird calls in the distance. It is a sad call, like it is looking for something or somebody, but can’t find them. The trees bow to the breeze, as they always do. It always seems that the trees are bending over and doing whatever the breeze tells them to do. Not very rebellious trees, are they? Of course, where would one find a rebel tree? The breeze keeps going, seeming to pick up speed. It is directly at your back, which feels like it is somehow trying to urge you along. Why would the breeze care where you are going?
Your destination is a long way from here. You really shouldn’t have started walking there at night. The parents used to warn you that there are lots of monsters out in the wilderness. Maybe there are! The moonlight suddenly appears behind the small cloud that it was hiding behind. It filters down into the trees. It bathes you in glowing light, and feels good. Sure, it’s only relfected sunlight, but it still makes you feel good, and that’s something. There are no signs of monsters in the woods. There is a wolf, in the distance. The two of you make eye-contact, but it just keeps going, not caring that you are there, which admittedly makes you feel a whole lot better.
There is a lake on the other side of the trees. It is shimmering in the moonlight. A breeze on the water makes the moonlight spread to all parts of the lake. It is the most beautiful thing that you have ever seen. There is the sound of a loon on the lake, calling out as if it were saying goodnight to the world. It couldn’t have picked a better night. Pity it had to go to sleep. There was so much to see on the lake tonight. The lights of a house on the lake are also going out. It is a pity that they had to go to sleep as well.
You turn your gaze to the grassy hills in the distance. The moonlight is bathing them as well. You can see the herds of deer that roam the hills sleeping. There is nothing wrong in this world tonight. It is so calm and nice. Where exactly were you going, again? You suddenly don’t have the foggiest idea where. This is an uncomfortable feeling. It stops your steps. You stand there, looking very confused. It is like something has been sucked out of your mind. The feeling is actually making you very uneasy. Traveling a dark road, at night, not knowing where one is going, it is a very chilling feeling indeed. There may be nothing wrong in the world tonight, but that doesn’t mean that there is nothing wrong with your situation!
Suddenly, there is a buzzing sound. It is coming from your pocket. It has a feeling accompanying it- a kind of vibration. You reach in and pull out a small black object. It has a screen on the front that tells you something. It is a message- 1 new text! You touch the screen, and up pops a brighter screen- where are you? It is a message from a good friend of yours. He has been waiting for you. That is why you were on the road tonight, going to see an old friend, and to have a good time.
You get a bounce in your step as you realize that there isn’t far left to travel. Your journey is almost done. The paved road is going downhill, almost like it is trying to hurry you along. The breeze is on your back again, also trying to hurry you along. It feels pretty good. It is a beautiful night.
That was for you, my distant Valentine. Of course, I doubt that you’ll ever see it.
Until next time, a quote,
“The only real voyage of discovery is not seeing new places, but in having new eyes.” -Marcel Proust