July 25, 2020, 01:23 PM
morning, clear and sunny, territory #1 (Healer's Pass)
In a triangle of shadow: there is one eye, then two, then the flash of a white cheek. As if someone is pulling on the blinds, light throws itself across his face. He wilts in the incandescence.
The first day: let there be light.
The trek to the north border is a walk he's made many times before. He has orbited the Canyons like an obsessive stacking up their CD collection in alphabetical order. Along the way he sees a bat clinging onto a cactus and it almost brings him to tears.
Outside is muggy and the horizon ripples with heat, so he retreats to the shade cast by the evergreen trees, lightly panting; the squirrels and birds complain overhead in the branches, and he thinks I don't want me to be here too, even though there's no feasible way for them to understand.
The second day: let there be sky.
The first day: let there be light.
The trek to the north border is a walk he's made many times before. He has orbited the Canyons like an obsessive stacking up their CD collection in alphabetical order. Along the way he sees a bat clinging onto a cactus and it almost brings him to tears.
Outside is muggy and the horizon ripples with heat, so he retreats to the shade cast by the evergreen trees, lightly panting; the squirrels and birds complain overhead in the branches, and he thinks I don't want me to be here too, even though there's no feasible way for them to understand.
The second day: let there be sky.