03-30-2018, 10:02 PM
hold me in this wild, wild world
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
He turns his head to look at her again when she makes her observation, and for a second he holds her gaze, and there is a lifetime in his eyes, but he looks away after just a moment, turning his face instead down the path they are walking, though really it’s his ears guiding him as he begins to hear the very beginnings of the waterfall in the distance. He says nothing but relaxes a bit when she reaches over and cautiously touches his shoulder, apologizing. When he looks back towards her, she has already averted her eyes.
The bay stallion reaches over and very briefly returns the touch, and gives her a tiny little half-smile when she looks back towards him. “It’s fine, really,” he responds, “I’ve seen bad things but I’ve also seen good things. I don’t think one can exist without the other – without that balance.” If there were no bad, how then would they define good? It’s a philosophical question he considers sometimes when he is lonely or occupying his mind on sleepless nights. “I find, on average, the good outweighs the bad over time.”
Yes, there are bad dreams and bad memories, but there is so much good in his past as well. The sound of water is growing louder, and a few more steps bring them to the place where the trees open up for the pond that forms at the base of the waterfall. It’s so much smaller than the one that features in his dreams, but it’s his little piece of what-once-was in Ischia. Certainly none of his frozen Tundra lives here, not outside his own ability to create ice, but he can have this little sliver of the Falls. “This is my favorite place in Ischia,” he says, “It reminds me of some of those good things.”
The bay stallion reaches over and very briefly returns the touch, and gives her a tiny little half-smile when she looks back towards him. “It’s fine, really,” he responds, “I’ve seen bad things but I’ve also seen good things. I don’t think one can exist without the other – without that balance.” If there were no bad, how then would they define good? It’s a philosophical question he considers sometimes when he is lonely or occupying his mind on sleepless nights. “I find, on average, the good outweighs the bad over time.”
Yes, there are bad dreams and bad memories, but there is so much good in his past as well. The sound of water is growing louder, and a few more steps bring them to the place where the trees open up for the pond that forms at the base of the waterfall. It’s so much smaller than the one that features in his dreams, but it’s his little piece of what-once-was in Ischia. Certainly none of his frozen Tundra lives here, not outside his own ability to create ice, but he can have this little sliver of the Falls. “This is my favorite place in Ischia,” he says, “It reminds me of some of those good things.”
hold me in this wild, wild world
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
and in your heat I feel how cold it can get
BRENNEN