There was a stream not far from the cottage. Kruger passed close to it often as he would walk Hammer through the darkened forest. To him it seemed a lonely thing, talking in its tinkling manner to no one in particular. The truth was that it reminded him of his self.
The solitude of the cottage could be maddening at times. Often he felt as though there were something he were forgetting to do. Alone in the forest was different though. Yes it was solitude, but also it was pleasant. Even the lonely brook had a calming effect on his nerves. Kruger surveyed the area he had chosen next to that little creek. He spit on his hands before taking the handle of the shovel he had brought with him. He had a plan for this place. Not a major construction, rather a place where others could come and visit this little waterway. Perhaps it wouldn't be so lonely then.
He didn't know when S'jira would return. If he were being completely honest with himself, he didn't know if she would either. He put a boot to the leaf shaped spade and pushed it into the soft eart of the forest floor. He had a vision for this place. It would be solid and beatiful to look on, but isolated. A scar in the earth that was pleasant to behold once you worked you way to it. This panorama would be made metaphorically in his own image.
He hoped to complete it before she returned...if she returned. This would be the place that their reunion took them. Once inside its protective embrace, they would talk. Kruger had so much that needed to be said. It was hoped that the words would not send her travelling again.
Hammer barked at the growing pile of dirt, and growled at the schucking sound the shovel made as it was kicked into the dirt. Kruger couldn't help but smile at the little boxer pup. This project wasn't going to go any quicker with him around. He stopped his digging, and spoke...to Hammer, to the stream, to the creatures living in the trees. He pointed as he spoke and described his vision.
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The solitude of the cottage could be maddening at times. Often he felt as though there were something he were forgetting to do. Alone in the forest was different though. Yes it was solitude, but also it was pleasant. Even the lonely brook had a calming effect on his nerves. Kruger surveyed the area he had chosen next to that little creek. He spit on his hands before taking the handle of the shovel he had brought with him. He had a plan for this place. Not a major construction, rather a place where others could come and visit this little waterway. Perhaps it wouldn't be so lonely then.
He didn't know when S'jira would return. If he were being completely honest with himself, he didn't know if she would either. He put a boot to the leaf shaped spade and pushed it into the soft eart of the forest floor. He had a vision for this place. It would be solid and beatiful to look on, but isolated. A scar in the earth that was pleasant to behold once you worked you way to it. This panorama would be made metaphorically in his own image.
He hoped to complete it before she returned...if she returned. This would be the place that their reunion took them. Once inside its protective embrace, they would talk. Kruger had so much that needed to be said. It was hoped that the words would not send her travelling again.
Hammer barked at the growing pile of dirt, and growled at the schucking sound the shovel made as it was kicked into the dirt. Kruger couldn't help but smile at the little boxer pup. This project wasn't going to go any quicker with him around. He stopped his digging, and spoke...to Hammer, to the stream, to the creatures living in the trees. He pointed as he spoke and described his vision.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1d/Japanese_water_garden_with_carp.jpg
Image by Andrew Dunn/Wikimedia Commons