For those of you who like to feel the book in your hands, feel the paper between your fingers as you turn the pages, and get that satisfaction from closing the cover and setting the book down after you’ve devoured its contents…
The paperback will be out as soon as it passes the review phase but the kindle version is ready now, now, now! It’s called The Information Broker. (I bet you already guessed that). As with our previous stories, I’m sure games and other shenanigans related to this new work will be forthcoming. For now… I’m just going to leave this here…
The green hills whisper their secrets of rain and sun.
The char from the summer fires isn’t gone or forgotten.
It rests beneath the lush grasses and vibrant bushes
And whispers its own secrets of flaming touches.
It pokes through here and there to ensure it is seen.
To be seen is to be remembered and that is everything.
For the summer winds will come again like always
And all it takes is a spark and the hills will be ablaze.
When the hills go up, some homes will surely follow,
They line the ridges and fill the canyons and hollows.
This cycle repeats every year, from green to brown to fire.
We sacrifice much to the pressures of the social norm pyre.
The ground was slick from the nearly invisible drops. They were so light and tiny that he could barely feel them. It was more like walking through a mist than normal rain but still was falling enough to accumulate on the concrete at his feet. It had been a wet winter and he had been thoroughly enjoying it. Rain was a special thing, a rare thing in his opinion, meant to be celebrated and enjoyed. Perhaps that was a result of growing up in the desert where rain was scarce or perhaps that was just part of who he was, who he would have been regardless of where and how he was raised.
He used to go walking in the rain, let it pour over him, drench him, and exalt in the experience. Then, frozen and dripping, peel off his clothes and take a warm shower. Afterwards, he would curl up in a chair near a window and spend hours watching the rain, watching it catch the light, watching it slash sideways in the wind, watching pool. He was enchanted by it. In truth, he still was but no longer had the leisurely hours to spend in such a manner.
The sound of his steps echoed in the narrow corridor. He walked under an awning, sheltered from the drizzle. He longed to step out into the open and once again revel in the feeling of the water soaking into him but his responsibilities came first. He had to finish his day at work. Had to get home and spend time with his family and get his chores done. Then, if it was still raining and all went smoothly, he might be able to carve out a few minutes to sit by the window and listen and watch. In the meantime, his short walk around the building would have to suffice. He was close enough he could reach out and touch the storm, even though he kept himself from it.
Ten years ago we stood on the side of a mountain, in front of our friends and family, and promised adventure. Yes, we promised to love and honor and cherish and all that too. But mostly we promised adventure. I believe we have kept that promise to each other. They haven’t always been glamorous. They haven’t always been perfect. But, there have been adventures aplenty and we have survived them, enjoyed them, struggled through them, planned them, been pulled into them, won hard-fought victories over them, and all side by side. I wouldn’t want anyone else standing by me.
Ten years ago we stood on the side of a mountain, a mountain we have continued to go back to and enjoy, and little did we know what our lives would look like. We could have guessed. We probably would have gotten pretty close but we wouldn’t have known all the little things have that made each day an adventure of its own. Job changes. Cats. Home projects. Children. Some of those have been easier than others. All of them were great because we went through them together.
Ten years ago we stood on the side of a mountain, a mountain covered in snow, having already fallen in love with it and each other and we vowed to face all of our future adventures as one. One force. One team. It was a brilliant day, blue skies from horizon to horizon and the warm spring sun made everything shine, and pretty much every day since has been brilliant as well. We adventure together. We shine together. We are brilliant together.