Editor's note

I guess I'm trying to find my voice again. Please bear with me. I'm a bit older but barely wise. I hope to find what I had before. Let me know if you're out there.

Moments

The night was calm and the sky was speckled with urban stars. It spelled cool and decisive with sunset far gone and the morning still impossibly far away. I shivered as I took my keys out and started unlocking my bike. Anthony stood over me as I asked about his plans to get home. The bus will be here soon, he replies stoically.

Earlier in the evening we had jovially been drinking beers and playing board games. Each moment was spent deciding on pitchers to order together or outsmarting each other. We had arrived with such energy and enthusiasm which quietly died down as the games concluded and the winners were sorted out.

During the day I was not sure I'd make it to the bar, or really, through the hour. Mostly the couch was kept warm, my hands mindlessly swiping through the internet. I wanted to do more, but never knew what, or why I would do it. Before leaving I pulled out a tray, small bag and paper and concluded the whole day, the whole life, may not be a waste.

Putting my pannier on the bike rack, I looked at Anthony and slurred out, "Want to go around the corner?" He gave a winking grin and we stepped aside for a couple quiet minutes. Soon the smoke cleared from the air and went to our heads. I waved a quick goodbye to Anthony as his bus arrived and straddled my bike. As I put my foot to the pedal I looked up and thought, just for a moment, maybe everything will be alright.

The Destination

I lie there with my eyes closed and picture the path ahead.

It is a monumental mountain surrounded by its lesser foothills. Hanging barely above the horizon, I can see its snowy cap turned a hazy blue. This mountain, I see, is the ideal. I must climb it.

I approach closer and the pathways start to form, a ridge there, a crevasse there, awe-inspiring glaciers, how will I climb it?

Doubt surrounds me but conviction pushes me further.

And I open my eyes with water as far as I can see.

Melts

I carefully placed a wet towel underneath the ceiling fan and laid myself down. With each movement I made sure bare skin never touched bare skin. The heat wave was unlike no other, with DVDs melting and the aquarium needing to be topped up daily. Even the fish were sweating.

I yelled out to Cheryl who was watching basketball in her room, "Holy fucking hell is it hot. How is it in your room?"

She mumbled back, "Yeah, but I'm kind of busy."

I sighed. Yeah. So am I.