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April 01, 2004
The Journey
I stretch and shake the water out of my eyes. My faithful dog watches my left hand expectantly as I clutch the gnawed gray tennis ball. I rear back and with all my 12-year-old strength throw the tennis ball at the sun high above.
Neither the dog nor I wait for it to hit the water. She is off with the scramble of her toenails on the red crooked dock and I am close on her heels, my bare feet slapping the wood, and my fists clenched and pumping. This summer day is perfect without a wisp of cloud in the sky. The smell of great pines mixed with earth, grass, and wood smoke complete my universe. My eyes are on the horizon and I know no other noise then the rush of wind in my ears and the whistle of my breath as the end of the dock rapidly draws near. My dog launches off the dock crazed with the race for the ball. My right foot thunders against the final plank and I enter space.
Time pauses as I mount higher and higher into the deep blue sky. It is just me and the sun that warms me. I spread my arms wide and push a savage yell from my exhausted lungs. I am alone on my flight towards infinite. Suddenly forever meets the present and I tighten my wiry frame into a coarse ball and smack the water. My journey is over.
The dog and I meet back at the end of the dock. We're going to try it again.
Posted by paul at April 1, 2004 11:09 AM
Comments
Now, that's what I'm talkin' about! You had me suspended in the air. But I forced myself to break the spell before I hit the water. Very nice, Paul. Keep writing!
Posted by: Kathy at April 1, 2004 09:40 PM