The Unending Forest IV (Scenario 1) - Reminiscence

Weather's turned cold of late, we've been getting very frequent but erratic rainfalls, temperature during the nights were almost beyond bearable limits, the strong winds took some wood off my newly built home in a small humble corner of the forest. Last night was an unusually cold night - the chill was still bearable though, past memories flew by.

Many things left to be forgotten were made manifest; I could remember the old smiles, the songs I used to sing, how the air used to smell, the things I used to think. Deep thoughts lingered for as long as the winds blew, chilly, yet comfy as they brushed across my face. Looking into the open night sky, I saw many stars seemingly busying with their own lives. There is another world out there; they were finding jobs, bringing home the bread, drinking happily with friends, enjoying a great meal, partying, noisily sleeping the night away, pondering hard how to please their girlfriends...

I suddenly recall a line, that "one can never step into the same river twice". At first glance, I never quite understood where that person was coming from when he said it. Even when I finally could understand what it meant, I couldn't still quite see what it implied or stood for. Slowly, I'm finally beginning to understand, the deeper meanings of this "nonsensical" line.

Nothing else could be seen in that complete darkness, except the stars. Looking back up into the heavens, I suddenly realized the stars had already went away. Then, there was nothing, except the winds, my broken house, and myself, and the darkness. Heaving a sigh, I coaxed myself to sleep.

The next morning wasn't any much different. The heavens were pouring gallons and gallons of water, everywhere looked so gloomy and the earth was all muddy and slippery. Going anywhere is difficult. Looking for wood now would only seem to be another wasted effort. What can I do?

That old man had left the forest sometime ago, and to be exact, I can't even remember the time I last saw him. Is he back looking for a better place to stay? Then to stay in this little hidden area? I hope he did, at least the hope of finding a good place can bring a smile to his face. Sitting tightly atop of the hill, clinging to my stark naked body, looking drearily across the gloomy horizon, and shivering from the chill. Breathing in deep and hard, the cold wet air moistens my insides.