The color of the Moon 30#

The next day when I finally woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. It’s beams almost burned my eyes out as I tried to blink. I shoved my pillow in my face. Lazing a few more minutes like that, I noticed something was strange. I sat up in my bed and listened, but I didn’t hear anything. Nothing. Just the birds and the trees through the closed window. Sam! Where is Sam?

The color of the Moon 29#

The weekend was over as we spent the days in the wilderness. When Daniel dropped me off home it was already the first day of the next week. Monday, late afternoon.Sam was still at the veterinary, so I was alone in the empty house, that stood lonely by the forest. I wasn’t sure I should be happy for that or disappointed. My easy two days of camping felt like a week at least, and got me super messed up. I realised I was already in my room, but I didn’t remember when I climbed the stairs. I couldn’t think clearly. A mirror on the wall reminded me for my basic needs of hygiene. I decided to do something I should had done long ago. I dropped my bag and headed straight under the hot water of the shower.

The color of the Moon 28#

Somewhere around noon we reached the bottom of the little hump, we had our camp on. The road was much nicer, and more even. We didn’t have that many rock on our way. The air was fresh and clean. The rain last night cooled it down and it was pleasant by daytime. Raindrops sparkled on trees and every branches. Matt kicked them here and there to give us cold showers, but he stopped it soon enough when we returned his favor.

The color of the Moon 27#

I looked around. In that peaceful summer morning nothing could disturb us. Seemed like time had came for the truth. Or a part of it.