Feb 2015
A man older than himself
looked out and spotted a young man. Quickly catching up to him, "hark, as you must be prepared to listen," and despite the rash claims of being busy and general feelings of offness, once the man older than himself began his tale, all grew soft.
"We always explored the lake in the winter. Any time it froze even the smallest bit, we'd climb out there. There were 6 of us in all, and we all knew each other in some way outside of such old traditions, but alas, we can always put aside petty fights for the sake of continuity. And so we embarked. 3 young man, braver than a man who only dreams good dreams, and three dames, whose reliability had gotten then through many good years."
"This year was no different. The ice stretched before us. The sun almost touching the horizon. The stars calming faces and the moons omnipresent language would soon be our only guides. All 6, paired in two, knew life. Perhaps this drove them together, perhaps apart. But united as 2, then 6, or 6, then 2, it is impossible to say. Three tents were drawn, twice as many dreams, as we knew not of the wisdom brought from the stars."
"5 sleeping lay, but one that is I, lies outside, reflecting on the events that manifested itself into today. Every year is the promise that it's the last, and as 6 was 5 last year, and those 4 didn't change, we knew that our time on the white lake was finishing thawing.
"But five became six, it did, against all odds, as odd number 5, a tortured soul was he, accepted the moral quandary of solitude, and though it saddened him every day, knew that this was the path that he chose. But as is the way of the last summers of young, 5 became 6, and the broken wounds were healed. 6th was the anomaly, the duo of 5, who was regarded as the other anomaly. But this stigma only drove them together and made 2 stronger than 4."
"The barren sheet lie around him, the 4 with no lights, the 5th a shadow approaching. Words of comfort that only hurt more. It's going to be alright isn't it? The young stars asked, as the old remain silent. The conversation became the lake itself, pocked and marked and slowly dying into new life. And as the sheet gave up its boycott on sound and the sun called back in, the anomalies stood on the shore and said goodbye for the first last time."
looked out and spotted a young man. Quickly catching up to him, "hark, as you must be prepared to listen," and despite the rash claims of being busy and general feelings of offness, once the man older than himself began his tale, all grew soft.
"We always explored the lake in the winter. Any time it froze even the smallest bit, we'd climb out there. There were 6 of us in all, and we all knew each other in some way outside of such old traditions, but alas, we can always put aside petty fights for the sake of continuity. And so we embarked. 3 young man, braver than a man who only dreams good dreams, and three dames, whose reliability had gotten then through many good years."
"This year was no different. The ice stretched before us. The sun almost touching the horizon. The stars calming faces and the moons omnipresent language would soon be our only guides. All 6, paired in two, knew life. Perhaps this drove them together, perhaps apart. But united as 2, then 6, or 6, then 2, it is impossible to say. Three tents were drawn, twice as many dreams, as we knew not of the wisdom brought from the stars."
"5 sleeping lay, but one that is I, lies outside, reflecting on the events that manifested itself into today. Every year is the promise that it's the last, and as 6 was 5 last year, and those 4 didn't change, we knew that our time on the white lake was finishing thawing.
"But five became six, it did, against all odds, as odd number 5, a tortured soul was he, accepted the moral quandary of solitude, and though it saddened him every day, knew that this was the path that he chose. But as is the way of the last summers of young, 5 became 6, and the broken wounds were healed. 6th was the anomaly, the duo of 5, who was regarded as the other anomaly. But this stigma only drove them together and made 2 stronger than 4."
"The barren sheet lie around him, the 4 with no lights, the 5th a shadow approaching. Words of comfort that only hurt more. It's going to be alright isn't it? The young stars asked, as the old remain silent. The conversation became the lake itself, pocked and marked and slowly dying into new life. And as the sheet gave up its boycott on sound and the sun called back in, the anomalies stood on the shore and said goodbye for the first last time."
