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DUSK IS A VERY DIFFERENT EXPERIENCE IN THE PASTORAL, UNBLEMISHED SURROUNDINGS

OF THE MOUNTAINS.

I TRULY BELIEVE THAT THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS DUSK IN THE CITY.

THINK ABOUT IT.

AFTER SPENDING MOST OF YOUR DAY WITHIN A SOCIETY WHOSE' PHILOSOPHY IS «Why make small problems when you can create a Holocaust»,

YOU MUST THEN NAVIGATE YOUR WAY HOME BEHIND THE SAME POPULATION USING THE SAME

PHILOSOPHY IN THEIR DRIVING.

NO, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS DUSK IN THE CITY.

I WAS SITTING ON THE PORCH OF AN OLD RUN DOWN CABIN IN A ROCKING CHAIR THAT

SQUEAKED JUST LOOKING AT IT.

I COULD NOW EMBRACE THE DEEP UNSPOILED, TRANQUILITY OF DUSK.

EVERY SOUND WAS AS SHARP AS BROKEN GLASS.

I COULD EVEN HEAR THE STEAM RISE FROM THE HOT CUP OF FRESHLY BREWED COFFEE I

HELD IN MY SORE, BLISTERED, VIRGIN HANDS.

THE SUN WAS SETTING ON THE TALL PINES THAT REACHED THEIR POINTED HEADS TO A

DEEP, AZURE SKY, DUSTED WITH WISPS OF ASH-ORANGE.

I WAS JUST ABOUT READY TO PUT THE LIGHT OUT ON THE BIG CUBAN I WAS CHEWING ON

WHEN I REALIZED THE SHADOW WORKING ITS WAY TOWARD ME WASN’T A SHADOW AT ALL.

I HADN’T SEEN A SOUL IN THIS NECK OF THE WOODS ALL WEEK LONG.

ALTHOUGH, IT WASN’T ALL THAT UNCOMMON TO SEE AN OCCASIONAL VISITOR MOSEY BY

WITH A FRIENDLY «HI,"CASUAL WAVE ON THEIR WAY TO THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN.

HOWEVER, IT WAS QUITE UNCOMMON TO SEE A WOMAN DRESSED IN A LONG FLOWING WHITE

GOWN.

DEEP AUBURN HAIR, SHOWN BRONZE, AND GOLD IN THE SETTING SUN.

HER EYES ALIGHT LIKE A FIRE STARING AT ME FROM WAY INSIDE HER.

LIKE AN ANIMAL LOOKING OUT FROM THE BRUSH.

COURSE, I TOOK THIS MOMENT ABOUT AS LIGHT HEATEDLY AS A NARY.

FELT THE DEAFENING ROAR OF SILENCE INSIDE ME WHEN SHE SAID,

«MISTER, YOU’RE SITTING ON MY CHAIR.»

HER SHEER SMOOTHNESS WAS ALIEN, EVEN INTIMIDATING.

SHE GRABBED MY HAND AND LED ME INSIDE THE CABIN.

WE WALKED TO THE LARGE ROOM I CALLED THE LIVING ROOM AND SHE PULLED BACK AN

ANCIENT RUG TO REVEAL A HINGED DOOR.

THE DOOR LED TO A SPIRAL STAIRCASE AND BEFORE I KNEW IT,

WE STOOD AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRCASE FACING A REMOTE, MAJESTIC CHAP IN REGAL

LOOKING BOOTS AND A DOUBLE-HUMPED CAMEL BY HIS SIDE.

SHE CALLED HIM, FRANK.

WE SPENT THE BETTER HALF OF THE NEXT FOUR DAYS TRAVELING SAND DUNES AND HARD

WINDS.

ON TWO OCCASIONS, I THOUGHT I’D BE LEFT BEHIND.

HOWEVER, FRANK LIFTED ME ON THE CAMEL AFTER COOLING MY PARCHED LIPS WITH A

LITTLE WATER THAT WE HAD LEFT.

ON THE FOURTH DAY, WE REACHED A LONG, QUIET OASIS AND I DIVED FOR RICH,

DEEP WATER IGNORING GROUPS OF TWO-HEADED LIZARDS AND OTHER ASSORTED CREATURES.

WITHIN HOURS, I WAS AWAKENED BY THE WOMAN IN THE LONG FLOWING GOWN.

HER INDEX FINGER PRESSED TO HER LIPS. WE WERE BESIEGED BY A BAND OF ARAB

RAIDERS.

THE THREE OF US WERE CAPTURED TRYING TO ESCAPE OUT THE BACKSIDE OF THE OASIS

AND HELD PRISONER FOR, AS NEAR AS I COULD CALCULATE, EIGHT DAYS.

I MUST HAVE PASSED OUT FROM THE LACK OF FOOD, BECAUSE I DON’T RECALL HOW I GOT

ONBOARD AN OLD FREIGHT BOAT.

WE WERE HEADED DOWN THE THICK, BROWN WATERS OF THE WIDE RIVER WITH THICK JUNGLE

ON BOTH SIDES.

IT WAS JUST HER AND I AGAIN.

SOMEHOW, WE HAD ESCAPED.

FRANK, AGAIN, SLIPPING ME ONBOARD THIS STINKY SHIP BEFORE HE CAUGHT A HALF

DOZEN ARROWS IN THE BACK.

WE DRIFTED FOR DAYS.

MOST OF THE TIME IN THICK FOG AND TORRENTIAL RAIN.

SHE AND I TALKED ABOUT OUR PAST AND OUR FUTURES IF WE EVER GOT OUT OF THIS MESS.

WELL, I 'D LOST ALL TRACK OF TIME, BUT ONE MORNING I WOKE UP TO THE MELODY OF

BIRDS AND A STREAK OF SUNLIGHT ACROSS THE WINDOW OF MY ROOM BELOW DECK.

A NOTE LAY BESIDE MY HEAD ON THE PILLOW.

I STUCK IT IN MY SHIRT POCKET AND CLIMBED THE STAIRS, GRABBED A TIN CUP OF

COFFEE, AND SAT ON THE BOW TO READ THE NOTE.

SHE WAS GONE, APPARENTLY ON A SMALL FISHING BOAT PASSING THE OTHER WAY.

SHE SIMPLY WROTE,

UNFINISHED BUSINESS. YOU’LL UNDERSTAND.

WELL, HERE I AM.

A FEW YEARS LATER.

A FEW YEARS OLDER.

I’M ROMANCING ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DUSK IN THE MOUNTAINS ON THE PORCH OF AN OLD,

FAMILIAR CABIN.

THERE IS NO CHAIR THIS TIME.

IT WAS REPLACED BY A NOTE.

SHE SIMPLY WROTE,

LOVE IS A RARE OPPORTUNITY AND WHEN THAT LOVE IS SOMEHOW PARTED,

IT’S SOMETHING DEEP, DOWN INSIDE THAT WANTS JUST A REMINDER,

A SLICE OF THE MEMORY, A POSSESSION.

I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT WANT TO KNOW WHY I CAME FOR FRANK’S FAVORITE CHAIR.

NOW, YOU UNDERSTAND. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS DUSK IN THE CITY

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