After the sun had decided to pack it in for the day, blackness began to slowly blanket the sky. The full moon on the horizon glowed with a soft yellow hue that was soft on the eyes yet slightly mysterious. Mavis could hear, but not see, distant wolves howling at the glowing orb. She sat, cross-legged on the ground wondering whether the wolves were speaking to each other or just enjoying the sound of their own voices. The air was dry and cool, providing necessary relief from the sun that had beat down all day.
Mavis turned the knob on her propane lantern, something she had picked up a couple weeks ago at a Wal-Mart Supercenter, and waited while the double lanterns began to glow a solid white. The hiss of propane began to drown out the other sounds around her. Although the memory of her husband was still a burden on her thoughts, she began to feel a certain level of acceptance that had until this very moment been elusive.
Speaking to no one in particular, she mouthed the words, “You are gone, but never forgotten. I mourn your absence, but I must move forward. I will not allow myself to live in the past. I pray that you are comfortable, wherever you are.”
Although the words were barely audible, she could hear herself as if she was speaking aloud. A sense of relief came over her, almost as if up until this point she did not herself believe moving forward was possible. Sometimes, saying something out loud is all that is needed to make it true.
To be continued…