The Crossing
Part 1
The valley below sat between two mountains, like the cleave between two perfect breasts. Running through the valley was a river that sparkled and glinted from the slowly setting sun, a golden necklace that traced the gentle curves of the river banks.
He thought he had better find shelter soon, before the moons came up and the wilderbeasts started to roam.
The rocks held steady under his feet, he held onto branches on his descent. The trees were his allies. Leaves clung to him like a new coat, small burrs covered his boots, nature’s buttons.
The smell of wet rocks swept him up in such joy, the sound of the water rushing over the fallen trees created a slow orchestra of sounds that a lover could whisper, but could never bring the promise of such bliss as true as this.
The old tree bent down and carried him up into the highest branches, and cradled him. Leaves swallowed him up. As he laid in her arms, he looked up at the double moon. A star swung past dropping seeds that sprouted up into glowing diamond flowers below his feet.
As he fell asleep, his last thought was how he had to protect the valley as much as it protected him.
On the other side of the valley, a small movement turned into a loud crawl. Something was waiting for the daybreak, saving its energy for the next adventure with the Man.
to be continued.
