Burn Letter

The pull has kept us moving, we keep trudging along- being drug by inner ambition. A deep pull, an unquenchable burn driving us to completion-to relief. We are like ghosts in purgatory, aware of each and their own, yet so removed from the formalities of being alive-being human-and placed in the smoke of our own burning-blinding us, yet guiding us. The air has cooled significantly since we started this sojourn, and the sky has covered itself with a grey blanket that casts a sunless day on us. The trees are becoming thin, like our restlessness, and naked as if winter is coming. We have stopped becoming appalled by the way things are here-of course winter could come only days after a full bloomed summer. It is the way things are here, and since we are here we must adapt to survive. Our hearts have speedily made the transition, now body and mind must stop wading and jump in. Our guide came back to us last night right after sundown, after an exhausting days walk. We had just settled under a bank where the river dipped into a valley, when a breeze picked up and blew the cool of the water on us. Since the temperature dip had begun, this once welcome gesture was met with hostility by the three of us. As we started talking about the possibility of making a fire, the breeze once again picked up but brought with it not only the chill of the river but a sweet hum from beyond it. At first we thought this was just the whistling wind off the water, but the hum returned again without the accompanying crescendo of the breeze. The song reminded me of the soothing siren that would draw the travelers when out on the sea, and the song arose in me what can only be described as a deep yearning to go back, but not to the life I once lived, but to go back to a life I never knew- a life perhaps in waiting. To go back, I must go forward. I could see in the other two, they felt it as well. There was a sincere silence that fell between us, and as the feeling soaked in our weary bones and as we sat now, realizing that we can and must complete this journey- whatever stands in our way-the light, our guide, shone through the trees for only a second then dissipated. We are on the right path, this is the way to where we must go. The desire and burning kindled inside of us driving us along the way, and with this new joy now sitting on our souls we slept in peace for the first time.
Day 4- To continue.