Cricket song rises with the waning moon as tender leaves swirl in the slight current and eddies beneath the low-hanging trees…a snake slithers cross-wise over the river making tiny ripples that ride slowly away, lost in the reflection of that fading moon.

I suppose I didn’t know I even existed until the day his mom asked how he thought I felt laying out there in the rain.  I didn’t exist as something that could feel or be aware until that moment, so I didn’t and wasn’t, but that reference changed everything for me…and I still don’t know if that’s good or bad; is it a curse or a blessing to suddenly know that one exists or is, to have a sense of being, to know when one is being ignored or noticed, neglected or attended to…or forgotten?

I have fleeting thoughts and ideas enter and pass through my consciousness or awareness and I have started to feel things with my physical self, as well as my inner or cognitive self…if that’s possible for me to do.  I understand what it means to be alone, to feel something or someone draw near; I grasp the idea of “used to be” and “what if” and know there is significance in these pairings of words.  I used to belong to someone…what if he came back for me?  I used to matter, to be important, to be remembered…what if I never am again…what if this is to be the way things are for the rest of my “life…” until I fade away again into the nothingness that enveloped me when my awareness was naught.  Or…what if I am found again, wanted again; what if I am desired again, my presence cherished again, if I am cared for again…what if those things happen again?  I will continue to be aware, to belong, and to be a part of…to be.

Many days and longer ago…there were colored balloons and streamers and several, small cone hats, more for show than necessity, as the one being celebrated was not so little anymore and had no need for such things.  His mother and sister decorated the trees and bushes and fold-up tables to play with his gaining years and the ones left behind…they lovingly mocked his approaching young-manliness and a hoped-for sense of responsibility that just might blossom…any day now.  Friends gathered with family, laughing, playing, making a little feast of sausages and rolls with spicy mustard, hot potato salad, and chips, too…tradition brought the chocolate cake and hand-cranked, peach and strawberry ice-cream, buckets of it that had been kept cold in the shaded water running near-by….

The day progressed and shadows grew long with the moving sun…adult voices quieted in the hush of approaching evening as their little ones slowed in their running about…after they chased bits of wrapping paper that had rolled and fluttered across the sand, caught in the breeze…and balloons bobbed-about, still tied to their anchors…minus the one that was loosed from a little hand and went sailing away.  I heard goodbyes spoken in the falling dusk and car-doors closing, bright yellow and orange honking from horns that reached into the gray light and caused heads to turn…hands to raise in their waving…the glare of headlights pointing down the roadway…thank you again…see you soon…echoes fading.

The boy and his family all climbed into the pick-up truck, one by one…and drove away…with a shiny, new bicycle in the back…a gift from his Opa…


Photograph used with permission by Gary D. Bolstad of Krikitarts.

Thank you again for the challenge, Gary…for the invitation to participate in the sharing of your beautiful photography.


12 responses

  1. Enjoyed that very much Scott! Excellent. 🙂

    October 16, 2012 at 9:25 am

    • Thank you, Chillbrook…I appreciate you saying so. 🙂

      October 17, 2012 at 6:34 am

  2. Lovely story to go with the image. Very profound.

    October 16, 2012 at 10:02 am

    • Thank you, Emily. 🙂

      October 17, 2012 at 6:34 am

  3. Beautiful, Scott!

    October 17, 2012 at 7:39 am

    • Thank you, Ruth. 🙂

      October 18, 2012 at 7:58 am

  4. Wow, yet again your words take me away. Always mesmerizing.
    What a great image, also. A stellar combination, Scott.

    October 19, 2012 at 11:51 am

    • You are very kind, Karen…thank you. And yes, Gary’s image is beautiful….

      October 21, 2012 at 8:32 pm

  5. Once again you take us there Scott………….and I don’t want to leave………so please write some more, because there’s a deep melancholy in your words……….and sometimes we need to go down that path……

    October 19, 2012 at 3:54 pm

    • Thank you for your encouragement, dear John…always. And yes, we do need to go there sometimes…I’m glad that you’re ok going with me.

      October 21, 2012 at 8:35 pm

  6. Your sense of creative imagination is a fine gift, Scott. This is every bit as delicate and insightful a piece of writing as was my hope when I invited you to share it. My only regret is that I missed its debut. There was too much else happening at the time, as you know, and I thank you very much for the nudge and the link. Beautiful work, my friend!

    November 21, 2012 at 6:10 pm

    • You’re welcome for the nudge, Gary…I wanted you to know that I had shared your image again…and that I appreciated the honor of the invitation to work with you in its presentation. Your kind words mean a lot to me…truly encouraging…and I’m glad you enjoyed the story. Thank you…. 🙂

      November 21, 2012 at 9:05 pm

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