a reading…

An excerpt from the found journal…

“We awoke to a golden flickering light on rocks near camp.  She started laughing at God’s simple wonder.  A bird song followed, that soon turned to hollering, as four large black crows bellowed across the warming lilting water.  I went and gathered some fallen oak and birch branches for the fire.  Half jokingly, half seriously, we offered it to the glowing morning sun.  All day long we meandered through the surrounding woods.  The fragrances, sounds, and colors spiraling me back to childhood where nothing had bounds.  Where imagination was the promise of the future.  At dusk a quarter moon in the southwestern sky.  A promise that things started now, would mature on the full orange moon.  It was things like this we talked and thought about that special simple day.  We decided how good it felt to just soak our feet in Silver Mine lake and look toward polaris in the dipper by the northern star.

The next morning things changed.  She started talking of how she was thinking of home, and the things she left, and how unfinished business had to be taken care of.  How leaving things was no answer, how life was a series of changes, disappointment and mediocrity etc etc.  There was little talk as we drove down sinuous roads with bright yellow lines and smooth black asphalt.  At a phone booth behind the glass I saw her crying while I sat in my MG with the motor idling.  She returned and asked that I drove her to a train.  With apologies and forced cheerfulness she asked me to understand.”

Is it a memoir or fiction?  I’d really like to know.   xoxo