Byron Sully (byronsully) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-08-21 13:18:00 |
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The trees had given way to a clearing of new growth. The remnants of the old growth pine that had fallen to make the clearing were quietly being reclaimed by the forest around it. No sound was made by the man that stepped out into the sun, around tiny sapplings that would, if left alone, eventually become a pine of equal size as the one they were now growing over. Or some of them would - others would get crowded out by their siblings and eventually die off to be reclaimed. This was the world Sully knew so well -- slightly different trees, slightly different climate, but he walked through it as a native animal might because he was far more at home amongst these trees than he would ever be among the steel canyons of New York City. At this particular moment, with Wolf quietly plodding through beside him, Sully could believe the world hadn’t changed. In truth Byron Sully had no idea where he really was. He wasn’t terribly worried about it -- he’d recently been out of the woods, and eventually he’d come out, he’d buy a train ticket or a ferry ticket or possibly even a plane ticket if that made the most sense, and he’d make his way back to civilization, but for the moment he was perfectly content. This was home. Folks weren’t meant to live on top of each other stacked like building blocks waiting to topple. Or in houses that were closed in and doors that faced air conditioned halls with artificially filtered air. While someone no doubt owned this land, and possibly even someone that wouldn’t like him trespassing, it was so remote that it was unlikely anyone would see him here and that was probably the only way someone would know he had been there. He glanced up at the sun in the clearing, calculating the time till sunset by the position in the sky. It was not an exact science -- sun set later here than in New York or Colorado for starters -- but he was beginning to get better at it. He pulled out a pocket watch, his phone had been turned off long ago to conserve batteries for photos if needed, or possibly communication if absolutely needed, but he hadn’t yet needed it for the latter. The lack of communication and people was the best part of where he was. “Here wolf,” he said softly, slapping his hand against his thigh and the animal followed him across the clearing and back into the woods. They had maybe two or three hours until it’d get dark enough in the trees to make it difficult to see things which meant he’d start looking for someplace they could set up the camp. Just a basic shelter, and he’d pull out some of the food, maybe boil some water for tea. Sooner or later he was going to have to pull out of the woods, in fact he’d started directing them back to the west, towards where they would eventually hit civilization or the sea, but for now everything he needed was in this forest. |