It was a summer sun and autumn wind. He felt both awkward and snug in the sweater as the heat bore through and the air blew in tidal breaths about him. He couldn’t help look up as he made his way down the gully using his spade for a walking stick. The sky, a wash of azure, held out a gorgeous cleanness – a tableau vivant of redemption after the fierce rain.
Reminding himself to breathe with the wind softening above, he followed the redolent trail of conifer to a line of trees struck by sun. Right there, by the rock. That’s where he’d dig. The clods eventually gave way because they had to. All those years: longing and defeat marked a hundred thousand steps that had made a life, and he hadn’t lived. The dirt crumbled under the work of sure hands. When he made his way back out to the deepening sunlight and noise, will people know that his heart had stopped, that in death he had prevailed over beguiling hope? No. They will just believe his depthless smile. The hollow was now big enough. Calloused palms smoothed the bottom and bending, like a father over the cradle, he buried his dreams.
A Holistic Journey 
Testing! I too was wondering where your comment board went. Blessings to you!
Thanks. =) I realized that at x number of comments, it turns over a new comments page. Thanks for staying connected.
You are welcome! =) Have a wonderful week, and God bless you!
I know it’s been years, but I was re-reading this work while going through old blog subscriptions. This is still amazing. Blessings to you.
Of course I love this. =) Art isn’t supposed to go outdated. Thanks for letting me know.
Though it’s heart wrecking tale, i like the way of your narration. Spot on 🙂
I appreciate the encouragement today. =)
You r welcome 🙂
Hi Diana, Many of your posts fail to show up in my Reader, not sure why. I’ve missed you. Take care of yourself…the blog can wait. ❤️ 💛 💙 💜
Hmm. The latest, the one with the blog on life support, came over a month after the last and I believe you were still out of commission then. So hopefully we’ll be ok. Thanks so much for retracing your steps here, V, and I’m glad one of us is back!
xxx
D.
Thinking of you. Be well ! xox
Written beautifully with compassion and sadness. This is a story worth reading. Thank you.
Really appreciate the thoughtful commentary and encouragement. The thanks is all mine. Happy holidays.
Diana
Wishing you a safe holiday season. All the best! Jason
Thanks, buddy. The same to you and the gang at home. =)
I appreciate that! 🙂
Well-written post. At this time, I can’t get my Gravatar to appear beside the like button when I click it, but I do like the post. I also liked the one about your blog being on life support.
Tricia
Aw, sweet of you to go to the trouble to let me know, T. Thanks and merry Christmas.
Xx
Diana
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Thank you.
Wishing you a wonderful 2016! Blessings! 🙂
~Carl~
Thanks, C. Same to you and yours.
I’ve read this a few times and “liked” it every time. Like reading art!!! Thanks!
Terribly kind of you – to do and say. Thanks for letting me know. =)
You write beautifully Holistic Wayfarer! I loved the way you described the burial of dream – perfectly!
Thank you, Joan. I appreciate your taking a moment.