17 May 2013 : Today I embarked on an expedition twelve miles into the unknown. With few resources and only the #golden sun to guide me, I breached the clearing.
I kept moving and so did the scattered foliage of brightly lit green and #golden and wild nature. It surrounded from all sides but also gave space, as if to encourage me forward on this journey. And so I did.
There it was. The clearing into the deep. Waves of grain bending and leading to hues of true blue, hopefully to reveal the #golden majesty of the far west I was seeking.
The crisp cool air gave me breath and comfort indeed. Beautiful it was but it was also time too move on toward the #golden beaute myths and legends speak of.
Suddenly, as if to have been birthed from the vast waters above, an incredible creature of flight maneuvered to point me in the way I should go. I went. With blue in my eyes and #golden dreams in my heart, I went.
And there! I could just make out it’s presence as my eyes transitioned from blue to that opaque #golden red. However, it would prove to be a mirage in many ways as unforeseen obstacles would distract my focus and test the strength of my resolve.
At sight it was unscalable, insurmountable, and threatened all strategies I’d planned for. And yet there had to be a way through this #golden blockade of dreams.
To the right there was a lonely #golden trail leading a forty five degree incline. Halfway to the summit I thought I’d take a short rest. My thighs were kindling and my feet were roasting. Two minutes and we’d push on. Wait! Who was that up ahead and what were they doing out here? Slowing now for comfort not only seemed silly but certain death to my soul. And so I climbed. And without reserve.
Shortly after reaching the summit and finding no such silhouette of a man to be found, the #golden sun began to set into the distance and I grew uneasy. Certainly I felt cold and tired and abandoned. But that too would pass, as does the sun with each rising dawn. Until it doesn’t. I needed to move quickly.
What is that?, I said aloud but to myself. I came upon an old building not nearly worthy of its place among this incredibly beautiful landscape of #golden existence. But then, there it was again, a silhouette of a man. I think. I think it was a man. Only this time he was not independent from me. He moved as I moved. And I he. No no, of course it was my shadow. Something seemed strangely different though. No longer was I alone. Whoever he was, a part of him lingered. Oh so very close now!
Climbing up over the roof’s edge, I was immediately stunned by the #golden horizon half circling my legendary destination. I began sprinting before realizing how quickly I was moving. Cold salty sea air rippled the skin on my face. Both elated and numb I forged through my final jaunt as if mimicking the water below. Cutting the ageless rocks without awareness but with purpose. Out of necessity. The overflow.
I wanted to stop so badly just to enjoy the #golden wonder. I had to keep going. Just a bit further. It was magnificent to get so close to something of such mythic proportions. I kept pace. Lacking in nothing. Hoping for everything.
And then I was there. I made it. What amazed me was that once there, everything came into view with clearer focus and substantial brightness. Even the night shown brighter than it previously had. Of course it always had been this way. Nothing changed. Just me. I wonder what’s on the other side?