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Wednesday, November 15, 2006

taking flight...II

He flew forever, just above the sea spray. Between the blackness of the water, and the blackness of the clouds above, he was transported, he knew not how, to a field of ice. All at once, the sound of the wind stopped, and their was stillness, peace.

His body felt cold, he shuddered. He felt so alone, but something inside pointed him ever northward. Perhaps it was a gentle brush of the wind again on his face, or something inside, but he turned all the same, and started walking across a flat white plain. Overhead, coming from the direction he was headed, he saw the northern lights, and wondered at them. This time, he thought, he might find where they come from, like he'd dreamed of as a child.

He hadn't dreamed of much of anything as an adult. His life was full of pain and loss and joy and happiness. His life in London as a cabby was modest, and though his family happy and large, he'd always felt cheated after losing his oldest son. His happy and strange son, the one they had all called "God's Baby" as they twirled their fingers around their temples. He missed his little Diamond, and wondered where he'd gone, and why he was taken.

He came to a wall of ice. He looked up and couldn't see the top. It seemed as if it was endless. From over the top, came the lights, streaming southward behind him. Before him the ice was smooth and almost featureless. Then he reached out his hand, and touched it, feeling it's deep cold. The deep and never ending cold of death.

"Come closer." said a soft voice in his head.

"I cannot." he replied internally.

"You can." it repeated.

"I don't know how." he said as he felt frozen to the spot.

"Diamond is here. He's waiting for you." the voice said.

Anger welled up in his body. Was this the thing that had taken his little Diamond from him? Without a word, he turned around, and started walking southward again.

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