Were Gonna Regret This (171 hits)
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Submitted by PLANET (View user info) at 2009-09-09 02:09:28 EDT
This morning was electric and vibrating with potential.
I woke up with the sun beating down on the earth in time with my heart. The anticipation of looking out the window and seeing a winter wonderland below had my hands shaking as I threw back the curtains on my window. The forecast was for snow, and I could see that the weather man was correct.
"Calvin, schools cancelled, you want breakfast?"
Mom calls from the kitchen, but Hobbes and I are already running out the door, ready to paint this blank palette world with our imagination. I can feel the cold of the snow through my boots as I grab our sled on the way out. Taking a moment to admire the shiny wood finish of our steed before dropping it in the snow I reflect on the adventures to be had. The hot red color of its rails slicing through the snow carves a trail for us to follow back to reality. Right now we are on a path to expression, a road to adventure. The excitement of embracing our quest is raw in my viscera. Funny how that feeling always seems to end more abruptly than it began. The light scraping sound from the sled gliding behind us makes my heart flutter. It's the soundtrack to our day. Plodding through the snow towards our destination everything is fresh and unmoving, the snow like a damper on the world.
"Everything familiar has disappeared! The world looks brand new!" whispers Hobbes as we two cast ourselves forward into the brink once more.
The fields we knew so well all summer greeted us with open arms like a blank sheet of paper. The mask of mystery that lay veiled over the surface beneath daring us to take advantage of it. It would be so simple to forget our mission and remain in this refuge. But to waste the day on such things was not in the cards for Hobbes and I. We had been tasked by nature for one thing and one thing only. To conquer the dreaded "killer hill."
Hobbes nervously taps my shoulder. "But no one has ever been able to make it all the way, its suicide!"
His apprehension is not unwarranted. In all of our years on this earth neither Tiger nor Boy has made it down this dreaded lane of trees and snow. But today, with luck and Mother Nature on our side, we would be victorious.
We cross the meadow and breach that fine line between field and woods where humanity's grip slips on the leash of wilderness and the animals take command. We have crested the hill, and our charge sits before us. Ominous and unyielding it cares not for our plunder.
I drop the sled into the snow and Hobbes and I climb on. Like Armstrong and Aldrin we are about to embark on a journey that many have failed. Hands clasp paws as I inch my foot forward, setting us off on our soon to be historic ride.
The initial gust of wind almost blows my hat off as we pick up speed. With tiny particles of snow pelting our faces I grip the twine of the controls with white knuckles. The trees blur brown and white as we pass them with reckless abandon. I gasp when I realize that the rope I'm holding has snapped. Like a rookie in my excitement I must have made the mistake of pulling on it too hard! Alas we are out of control! I brace my feet into the powder and attempt to gain some measure of direction, but to no avail. In the heat of the moment it's said that men can gain some clarity as to the direction of their lives. They question the nature of their own existence and gain some insight into this great thing we call living. As the sled hurtled towards an oncoming tree the fear and adrenaline took me, and sadly I could only muster a few simple words?
"Hobbes, were gonna regret this."
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Submitted by rob_berg (user info) at 2009-09-10 19:42:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Uncancelled-ish.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2009-09-10 16:54:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
canceled out
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2009-09-10 11:42:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
double post ftw.