I used to enjoy life to the point of exhilaration. Now, I feel that all I live with is regret, for not having fully enjoyed each and every moment, when given the opportunity. Perhaps I did not enjoy the happy times as much as I should have. It would be somewhat vindictive and assuming, if not narcissistic, to admit that the thought that my existence, in itself, has some purpose exists. To consider one’s self so important as to shape the very fabric of humanity is a concept I will never admit to gravitating towards.
Moisture beckoned to my beat, red eyes as I covered up the entry point. Were i swift enough to wheel around, I would have done so, but instead I casually made my way back to the Jeep and climbed back into my seat. Before settling fully, Loretta had begun the last part of the drive. The air grew cooler, as we were now almost entirely insulated from the rays of the sun. The air even began to smell more pure, as if it was more pure from not having been shared by other oxygen-soaking creatures.
As we arrived at the site of our dig, I could feel my heart start to race and my insides tingle. “So, I have done the math,” I said, “and I figure it will take about 18 months to reach the final side, if we continue to progress at the same pace. Of course, that is assuming that we do not first find a way to enter the construct.”
“That sounds pretty optimistic,” blurted Loretta. “As soon as winter comes, we are never going to be able to move so quickly. I can’t imagine how you were able to uncover the first side all by yourself.”
To be continued…