Lost Creek Hollow and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt

it was early in the dawning of the new day that nanoq left the stone circle, venturing into lost creek hollow. there was little but ghosts of what once was and of regrets in stone circle — things he said he could not take back and things he'd never be able to say.

and then there was hua and their children? or her children, rather. what became of them? would he still find her on the island. would she even want to see him?

time is hazy, the jump of memory that seemed like they happened weeks ago instead of years. the lost years had messed with him. the lost years had cost him more than his memories during that period of temporary amnesia. things that unlike his memories which came back in cobwebbed thoughts passing, nestling back into their respectful places, he could not get back.

nanoq follows the first of many small, winding streams he comes across into the woodland of the hollow where the cool shadows reach to greet and welcome him. for now, this place would work as a temporary homestead ...even if he had no plans for the long run. where he would go and what he would do was something he was trying not to let his thoughts linger too long on. at least not while he mourned what was no more.