- Joined
- Aug 21, 2010
He looked up at the cloudy sky, snow falling from the clouds above. It always marveled him to see these silent raindrops falling from nowhere, then alight upon the ground without a sound. Several white petals fell on his face, only to disappear. He sighed, a white cloud of his own appearing before his face. He could not remember the beauty of his wife whom he lost long ago. He wanted to see her again, but could not face the cowardice of leaving this world alone.
But he had finally settled matters. He trained one of the young men of the village to take his place, picking herbs from the countryside, mixing them in the right proportions to heal the others. The village was quite unsettled at this. He was far too young to train another, won't he take another woman for his wife? But, no, this was not what he wanted. Eventually, the village accepted his decision. He was quite satisfied he was no longer needed. Indeed, it was one of his errant walks through the mountains that led to his wife's death. He had spent several days in the countryside selecting plants for his medicines when she fell. He cursed himself for not being there with her. What use was all his knowledge when he could not save the woman he loved?
And she was beautiful. So beautiful. Yet he cried when he realized he could no longer see her face. He knew then it was time to join her, wherever she may be, for the rest of eternity, in dreamless sleep. He had heard rumors of a beautiful woman living in the mountain, and he decided to see her. She was not his wife, but he hoped her beauty would remind him of her. And, if not, it did not matter.
The snow crunched under his feet as he made his way up the mountain. Those were the only sounds to be heard.
But he had finally settled matters. He trained one of the young men of the village to take his place, picking herbs from the countryside, mixing them in the right proportions to heal the others. The village was quite unsettled at this. He was far too young to train another, won't he take another woman for his wife? But, no, this was not what he wanted. Eventually, the village accepted his decision. He was quite satisfied he was no longer needed. Indeed, it was one of his errant walks through the mountains that led to his wife's death. He had spent several days in the countryside selecting plants for his medicines when she fell. He cursed himself for not being there with her. What use was all his knowledge when he could not save the woman he loved?
And she was beautiful. So beautiful. Yet he cried when he realized he could no longer see her face. He knew then it was time to join her, wherever she may be, for the rest of eternity, in dreamless sleep. He had heard rumors of a beautiful woman living in the mountain, and he decided to see her. She was not his wife, but he hoped her beauty would remind him of her. And, if not, it did not matter.
The snow crunched under his feet as he made his way up the mountain. Those were the only sounds to be heard.