An echo of a howl awakened me from my deep sleep.
Disoriented, I look up at a full moon that was shining down like a spotlight from above, bathing in silver glow the edge of the lake I awoke beside.
For a moment it was so blinding I had to close my eyes again to readjust.
It was incredible how I see everything clearly. Seems even clearer than daylight, as there is no colour, just a play of light and shadows that accentuates the grooves and textures of everything around.
On the tree I was lying next to is carved “Simon was here ” that feels nearly violent in this light.
By now my adjusted eyes can look up and see the clear night full of stars and scan down to the shadowy outline of the forest at the edge of that lake.
It is so quiet that I can hear myself breathe. As if every living creature was quietly waiting for something to happen. And then suddenly as if by magic a red hue appears in the horizon, travelling fast but slow enough for me to see how it invades everything. This incredibly warm light that seems to bring to life everything it touches. I watch the fallen leaves move as if trying to catch it and bask in it. I can now hear things move, crackle, rustle, even the wind make a whistling sound as it whizzes past to cause ripples on the surface of the lake.
I look around to get my bearings as I cannot remember where I am and how I had gotten here.
To my surprise I find myself lying next to someone. A beautiful creature wrapped in what seems completely foreign but is deliciously soft to touch.
There was no movement or sound or even breath, beautiful but lifeless it seems. I am suddenly melancholic. I don’t know who or what this is and in my head I hear the howl again.
Once again I wonder how I had gotten here beside this creature with beautiful red hair scattered with brightly coloured feathers. An uneasy feeling invades my stomach that I think is thirst and I move to the edge of the lake to drink. As I move away I see that this creature has many things lying about it, splayed, split, torn, broken,spread. Something had happened here that I had no recollection of but had obviously participated in. I must get something to drink to get rid of this unease in my stomach I thought. I move closer to the lake and the red light now has lit everything with it’s warm light. I look back to where I was lying and glance at all that is there bright coloured broken but still beautiful yet of no use and hurriedly bend over to drink. I am stopped by someone looking at me from the water, foreign yet familiar.
It takes me a moment to realize that it is
I, the wolf.
