He awoke in the morning. The sheet had made its way to the end of the bed. Stuffed in the corner of the side that he didn’t sleep on, no one had in months. He didn’t care much anymore. The scent had faded. It was nothing but diamonds and dust at this point. As he drug himself out of bed, his mind rushed back towards what his reasoning was for coming to this side of the world. What was he escaping? What had he left back in the land of his last home? Daughters... diamonds? Dust... there was nothing left there. They were all in their place. I needn’t not to go back, he thought. I believe that’s how, he thought. The world wasn’t the same anymore. He needed this trip, this experience, this last adventure. One last adventure, he thought. *******. It’s good enough to make a man weep. When was the last time I cried? It’d been years. Or was it months? Either way... this was the place.

He walked to the door and looked across the beautiful country he was beside. He was beside himself in the mirror of the world. This cigarette tastes good, he thought. I think I’ll have another cup of coffee. Maybe a bowl or two. One for you, Mother Nature. That’s the least he could do for allowing her to let him inside this warm early summer morning.

As the day carried on, the thought hadn’t left his mind, everything seemed to taste better, smell better, the sky was a different kind of blue. The flowers were almost singing to him. Why, he thought. Is my luck beginning today? It was a sign that he was not alone anymore. The sky had opened. The clouds had cleared. It was all in time.

I think I’ll take a nap. The solution to a never ending problem. I’m always tired these days, he thought. I’ve worked enough in this life for seven. I wonder if it would be enough to get me into heaven. It’s a good question.

Thoughts drift into dreams and he was alone in this room now.

“Beau! Beau! Hey Beau!”

He heard a voice cry out of the darkness. It sounded like his brothers, or his fathers. But his father didn’t call him Beau. How did he know? The voice called out again.

“Come here, man. I need to talk with you.”

He followed languidly down the hall.

“Where are you?” He called out.

Just a little bit further. He felt the wind blow softly through his hair. Where was this voice? Where was this force? The force that made me come here. The force that put my hand in line. The force that calls out my name. It was there,just on the other side. He was ready. This was the last great adventure. He wept. His eyes began to light up with a light like never before. Never seen again. He was there.

He awoke in the morning and had been born again into the night. Burning in the ever living light of love.

To remain in history forever.

A legend.