Nimbus Summit glacier waters melting

all welcome.

sikuliak had kept to himself after he and his aama had made the journey home.  it was difficult to reach out; he had experienced things in the wild that set him apart.  in neither language did he have the words to describe them, or the desire to give them life by doing the work to describe them. yet time marched ever onwards.  memories faded.

there had been an acclimation period.  it had not come together all at once.  things rarely do.  yet there was a life force within him that whispered, you will make something of yourself.  

he was almost a year old now.  

aimlessly, he wandered the summit.  he knew he was lucky to have two parents, good parents, who meant all the world to him and more.  but he could not settle here, it brought him no comfort.  it didn't feel like home.  maybe no place ever had.  he could barely remember the glacier, and now . . .

leaving had crossed his mind more than once.  but he couldn't bear the thought of leaving his parents.

with a sigh, he turned his head to the sky, finding the position of the sun to count the hours until evening when he could search the stars for answers he knew they would not provide.