Flight For Life In Infinite Possibilities

Flight For Life In Infinite Possibilities Copyright as part of:
Song Book: Lyrics and Stories © copyright 2014 by Lillian Carrero

Excerpt:

Flight For Life In

Infinite Possibilities

Wake up!

The thought popped in and out, impossible to shake. Reluctantly one eye opened and then the other. Movement would soon follow, but it felt too painful at the moment.

Heavy lidded everything started to fade away. One thought and one thought alone kept flittering in the ether, as the most uncooperative eyes in the world kept closing.

Wake up!

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He hadn’t actually planned on climbing anything, though he’d had to climb a lot already. The original plan entailed what he liked to call hiking, but had been thinking along the lines of meandering or even stroll. This kind of vigorous manly activity he felt best to leave to those guys that really felt they had something to prove, he had no such inclinations, mostly because he really didn’t give a shit what anyone thought about him. So this stroll that had inadvertently meandered into a hike, was mostly as a result of the fact that he’d gotten temporarily turned around. Which of course was man talk for he was lost, which probably meant he really did have something to prove. But perhaps not, if his stupid phone had had any reception he was quite sure he would have made a very unmanly call for help.

Since calling for help was out of the realm of possibility, he decided to settle for taking pleasure in the moment. As the vista was constantly changing and beyond beautiful, there were many moments to take pleasure in.

The mountains were like that, greenest grass you’d ever seen and then you trek an incline for a little while to find the whitest most pristine snow to ever grace the earth. Real Americana, he thought even with the snowdrift piled so high his feet sunk right in and snow slipped in over the tops of his boots. Hiking boots really should be sold with instructional manuals and big signs that said thick socks required.

He could feel his socks soaking up the melting flakes. The sopping wetness saturated everything until his toes were freezing. He just needed to get passed the next ridge and start making his way down. Civilization was just around the next bend, of that he was almost fifty percent sure, forty, thirty tops.

The thought that he could lose his toes to frostbite held no appeal, so the sidestepping quick pace downward was to get to the illusive civilization with the dwindling percentage of just around the next bend.

Hitting against a rock covered in snow was not part of the plan. The angle at which his ankle turned sent him toppling off balance. Turning and spinning the world on fast forward, he grappled with the snow for a perch it refused to yield. He desperately needed something to slow the momentum of his fall. He was the object in motion with apparently every intension of remaining that way.

The ridge that he fell off of landed him on some buttress that ended his momentum and prevented him from falling to an immediate death. Though as he closed his eyes, succumbing to the unconsciousness that was now his master, he couldn’t see how a slow death would be any better than an immediate one.

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