Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Thirteen

Campfires only provide so much heat. Too big, and the forest goes with it. Too small and it goes out. Just right is too small.

Their eyes met, but not in the way they used to. Love gave to despair, as happens when tavern stories become eulogies. And eulogies are never long enough, or honest enough; it's a silent agreement everyone makes.

The tree line and tents set to deflect the wind racing across the plain were thankfully effective, a small comfort in the face of days ahead and weeks behind.

2 comments:

paint_the_town said...

"And eulogies are never long enough, or honest enough; it's a silent agreement everyone makes."

beautiful.

"or honest enough"

that implies so much.

goaley said...

agreed. this is so impressive. i could read it over and over.