Reflected Circles, Completed.
The ochre hues intimidated even as they exhilarated . Not just ochre of course, not even just one ochre. Reds, yellows, purples, golds, browns: an infinite variety of browns. Seen from afar the wood in it’s autumnal costume is stunning, close up it is breath-taking. My path took me up and across from one remarkable display and across a low wide valley directly toward another.
It was then I saw it.
A fleeting movement, ahead. It was deliberate, though, not merely a startled creature, surely. It felt rather than looked threatening. I shook my head, shook the thought. This was a simple enough task today, I would probably be done early in fact. And what a workplace I have, magnificent In it’s beauty.
Was that it again?
I wondered at what, or rather who, might be stalking me. It was an idle thought, if I am honest, I mean after all these years. No, it was absurd. The thought that he would even remember, let alone track me down, out here.
By now I am in the forest, the comforting crackle of fallen twigs underfoot. The colours, the smells, where else would I want to be? A squirrel scarries up a tree, birds flutter their high speed manoeuvres through the trees. Every successful flight, avoiding those branches, a minor every-day miracle.
Now I see him. Just as I reach the pool. It is him. I cannot believe this. He has a look of blind intense fury. It was fifteen years ago! I call out, beginning to explain; we were in love, these things happens, but almost inhumanely quickly he is on me, and I feel a great sudden strength and a shock as I hit the water. I look up and see the reflections from below.
I took his love; he took my life. The circle is complete.