Lovesong Part 1 (Ch 4)

It was a single shaft of moonlight. Ghostly and pale. A dim reflection of the sunlight that created it. That single shaft pierced the brackish sky to illuminate for a brief moment the flat snow covered fields of Northwest Ohio. In the distance just off the road there remained a small copse of trees, off from the houses of the small town. WIthin that copse a pair of deer stood silently, visible only from the relection of the moonlight from the snow.

The snow that fell that night was silent. large wet flakes that wafted down from the dark billowing clouds. No wind rose to stir the snow. No breezes took the flakes that night. just a soft curtain of snow. Softly the faintest noise could be heard as the rythmic steps into snow broke the blanket of silence. The deer, picking up the noise, flicked their ears up alertly, moved slowly and grudgingly to the far end of the copse. paused for a moment, and as the footsteps approahed, flicked their ears once more and were gone out into the night. distantly visible for a moment then concealed by the ever thickening snowfall.

Kevlar continued his walk purposefully towards the copse of trees. then stood silently, posture imposing as he stared into the copse, seemingly oblivious to the minor crisis his approach precipitated in the lives of the deer (who, by now, had already forgotten the entire incident). He began walking in a slow steady pace around the trees, examining closely. After a few minutes, he nodded once as if in satisfaction and walked into the copse towards the center.

Outside the copse, the skies darkened as the brief window in the clouds closed. cutting off the singular shaft of moonlight that had kept the darkness at bay. From that darkness in the sky, the snow began even harder, as if somehow trying to make up for the brief respite just given. for a few moments Darkness reigned supreme. then deep within the copse, a flickering of flame can be seen as if dancing merrily in defiance in the center of the copse.

Kevlar sat near the fire, indian style, with a stick in hand, poking and playing idly, slowly nurturing the fire. after a while Kevlar nodded again and after adding sticks to get the fire to grow he closed his eyes and paused. Waiting paitently, thinking back, remembering.