my journey home. I
...and there were two others --one to the right, one to the left of me-- it was just after dawn, and I could see the crisp sun peak over the trees on the far horizon. 'How did i get here.' were the first thoughts to enter my mind. They must have been thinking the same thing. Or maybe they knew the story completely and remained silent in some god-aweful consipracy against the world. Then, I can remember walking. They led me. The two on either side. Across the harsh field, littered with scraps of paper --old notes saying 'Tot'nham beats Willshire', 'Henrietta, please call home immediately' and 'so much for corned beef.' The hours seemed to pass like a flock of wild geese, heading to Canada for the delicious summer. Before I knew it, the sun had switched horizons. My hands, one in each of theirs, were trailed by my body, moving with the breeze which seemed to be replenishing my energy just as fast (no more nor less) than I was using it. Suddenly, a beach opened up before my feet. One of them says, 'Take off your shoes and walk down to where the water has hardened the sand. And you will see everything.' They leave me. Free to walk now, I follow the instructions, coming closer and closer to the waters edge. That glaring sun, staring me down, just touches the horizon on the far side of ocean. That is a straight line, I think. Then, a change in temperature. The sand becomes cool. My feet sink into the ground, and my body shivers in the October breeze. I must be getting close now, I almost say out loud to the vast ocean, speaking with white noise and pelicans. If only that sun wasn't so bright. I turn my body around to look back to where the two others stood in the distnace. But they had disapeared. And when my eyes came back to the ocean. It was nothingness.