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Crossroads of Time
Back and forth the North Atlantic waves went pounding the shore with a steadrelentless rhythm¸ Day after day hour after hour minute after minute century after century the
waves rolled up and down¸
The sun was just beginning to set rendering the sky an absolute work of art created bsome Painter that man was never meant to see¸ The purples reds oranges and yellows were blended in just the manner to produce instant contentment for all those who gazed into the heavens¸ The serenity residing in the rocks sand tide pools and other elements of the picture
resided in me as well¸ I knew I was in the right place¸
After so long one might think that it would be hard to find a place where youd been only oncebut I found it with no difficulty at all as if guided by an unseen voice along a journey to the only place on Earth I could truly call home¸ As the last remnants of the sun faded into oblivionI thought about my whole reason for coming here¸ I remembered that night all those years ago;
but most of all I remember him¸
The day had been much like this one; yet so completely different¸ I was looking forward to a New Years Eve party to which Id been invited by a friend¸ Getting away from the hustle
and bustle of city life and work for just a few hours to a house on the ocean shore seemed like heavenI had been swamped with work at the office every day for weeks¸ It was time for fun¸
I dont remember exactly when the party began¸ Those types of things are hard to tell anyway¸ I just remember the lights that had been hung all around the house and grounds¸ The reds and purples cast odd little shadows on the sand I remember¸ They added strange depth to the otherwise ordinary grains¸
At about tenthirty I made my way through the growing crowd to the outdoor bar¸ There was no one really tending it¸ Occasionally someone who knew a little about mixing drinks would stand in for a few minutes but when I walked up there was no one there¸ Not being much of a drinker I opened a small refrigerator behind the bar and took out a wine cooler¸ I had just unscrewed the top and put the bottle to my lips when I felt something coming from across the group of people on the far side of the party¸
I turned my head towards this "feeling" but saw nothing unusual¸ There was only the normal chatting and mingling of the guests¸ Still I could not help but to feel a faint chill running
up and down my spine¸
Still sipping my wine cooler I walked around listening to others at the party¸ They talked
about all their resolutions that they had broken last year and how they would do better this time¸
A few of the tipsier people were telling wild stories with a number of emabarassing details but I
could not focus my attention away from that feeling¸
People continued arriving and the crowd kept getting larger¸ As more and more people
joined the party I began feeling a bit lost¸ The friend who had invited me was off somewhere with
a number of people probably trying to talk her way up the corporate ladder¸ I was actually
thinking of leaving when out of the corner of my eye I saw him: the source of that feeling that
had shot through me like a bolt of lightning¸
For the next half hour I watched him from a distance¸ He was not a tall man only a
couple of inches taller than me but he carried himself in such a way that he seemed well over six
feet in height¸ His smile was embracing drawing energy from a sun beating in his chest¸ Yet
lurking behind his kind gentle face was a hint of lonelieness and pain¸
He was out of place among the rest of those there¸ His clothes seemed old almost
ancient yet were not worn or tattered rather more dignified and respectable¸ They were as
much a part of him as the grace with which he moved¸
The party was now in full swing: the drinks were flowing people were dancing and
everyone was having a good time¸ Yet I could not think of anything but him¸
"Talk to him" I told myself but I felt as if I were a young girl of ten; shy and unable to
move¸
I could see him across the ocean of people carrying on casual conversation but I knew
his thoughts were on me¸ Finally close to midnight he began walking toward me¸
I felt a knot growing in my stomach¸ I was as nervous as a child on the first day of
school¸ Joy nervousness and hunger swirled around inside me; mingling about twisting
themselves and intertwining¸
Then I felt a single hand touch my face and without words we were dancing¸ The music
had changed¸ It was no longer loud rock music but a luscious melody filled with sounds of voilins
and harps¸ The tune seemed somewhat familiar but I could not put my minds ear to it¸
In his arms I felt completely overwhelmed¸ We danced and danced our feet gliding
almost above the ground¸ I had completely succomed to his spell¸ Step after step I followed his
lead never knowing what move would come next¸ Suddenly I realized that we had moved away
from the party and were now on the dark sand by the ocean where the light could not reach¸
We were surrounded by the stars spreading themselves from one end of the horizon to
the other¸ The moon shone brightly above the water while its reflection swayed among the
ripples¸ The waves were crashing on the beach moving up and down the shore forming the
beats of a hypnotic rythym¸
Everything seemed to be a dream moving in slow motion yet at the same time
happening all too quickly¸ The music now flowed through our bodies as a whole¸ We were not
just two people but one soul completing a circuit through which the music ran¸
I looked into his eyes unsurprised as I noticed that it was not music I heard but the
sound of us singing¸ I will never be able to recall the words though it seemed as if I had known
them all my life¸
The music continued in the background of our minds¸ Our song ceased I suppose
because he now began to speak¸ He spoke an ancient tongue yet I understood every word he
said¸
His voice was rich like a fine old Port or Tokay and I lost myself in its flow¸ He was
reciting a poem almost singing it¸ I was beginning to feel dizzy until I heard him speak my name¸
No it was not my name¸ It was an old name at least as ancient as the language he spoke¸ Yet
the moment it left his lips I felt a surge of remembranceor was it a dream?and knew I loved
him¸
Our feet began their mystical patterns again while each step brought me ever closer to
euphoria¸ I ceased being myself alone and became everything around me¸ I could feel myself
pounding against the rocks as the ocean; hovering above watching everyone as the cloud I was;
and burning racing across the sky as does the shooting star¸ I experienced everything¸ A
growing excitement was carrying me towards ecstasy¸
And then in a single instance it was all goneI knew his world was not mine¸ I saw it in
his eyes¸ They burned with hunger and sank with grief and homesickness¸ We let go of each
other and I began to weep when his soft powerful loving voice began its beautiful melody anew¸
Once more I was overcome: suddenly I was staring not at the man who I now loved but at a
great white eagle¸ I felt a lingering tingle in me as he flew into the night sky singing¸
It was now high tide and completely dark¸ There was no moon hanging enticingly in the
sky this night¸ I noticed for the first time that I was getting wet sitting on the rocks trying to
regain that feeling of so long ago¸
"Oh well I was lucky to feel once what so many never will" I said to myself and got up to
walk to the car¸
I looked down trying to find my way in the dark night when I noticed something white at
my feet¸ As I lifted it to my eyes I could almost hear his angelic voice calling out to me¸
Clutching the eagle feather in my hand I raised my head and stared at the ocean one last time¸
For a brief second I thought I saw him standing before me with his arms opened and a
pleading look in his eyes¸ I took half a step forward but turned my back and continued on my
path¸
Barely controlling the swelling tears behind my eyes I found my car¸ "The Old Ways are
lost" I said as my car door closed and I drove off bound for the world I must call my own¸