|sam evans ( werewolf ) . (tamest) wrote in light_of_may,|
@ 2014-07-06 15:02:00
|Entry tags:||2009-10-08, jo, sam|
life's like an hourglass glued to the table.
Who: Sam and Jo.
Where: The Summers House; the backyard.
When: Late morning.
The book had come to rest against his legs after he had realised how terrible it would be for it to slip from his grasp and fall from his perch. It was while he had been silently marvelling at how quickly things like climbing trees came back to the forefront of the mind even after years of no practise that it had started to dangle a little too low for his liking. It was like riding a bike, he had found himself thinking, muscle memory never really faded in the way other types of memories might, and when he had got it in his mind to make his way up the branches to the cluster several feet up over his head where the shade and shelter of the leaves might provide some semblance of safety and reassurance he had been surprised by how easily he had managed the task of climbing. He hadn’t done it in years, so long ago now that he barely remembered it at all. On at least one occasion he had gone up a tree only to be forced down out of it and not long after he’d broken his arm in two places he had stopped altogether. There was always that concern that something like that would happen again but as nervous as he was lately he hadn’t seen a threat yet.
Only felt it.
Up in the tree Sam could see a lot more of the surrounding area than he would have been able to from the ground. With the leaves and branches around him he had a kind of cover that he wouldn’t have had down on the ground. Already he felt a little more relaxed and on top of that the simple -- almost child-like -- thrill of being up a tree was helping to chase away some of that anxiety. Having the book with him just made things better, not that he had done any reading yet. Sam was too busy looking around from where he had come to settle himself amongst a cluster of closely-knitted branches that made a fairly comfortable and sturdy sort of seat. If anything moved in the trees nearby he would be able to see it much faster than he would have from down low, on the ground, and though the smells were a little harder to pick up from a greater height the sounds carried further. It was a good place to be.