The Great Divide

I used to dwell on the Pacific side. A sea side cottage where I could smell the salty air waft over the land. I was content. I was out one day soaking in the atmosphere when I felt something pulling me to the east. I slipped on my shoes and walked for days, for months, for years. I ended up on the eastern coast staring out at a blue abyss. I stayed there. I built a new cottage. I built a new life, forgetting of my western roots. I was enticed by the new salty air. I lived a happy life up to a point.

My dreams were haunted by a lonely apparition. A boy with drab clothing. He wept as I sat and watched him. Every night it was the same blue boy. Crying. Reaching out to nothing. I approached him one night and it was then that I could see him for who he really was. He had a mess of dark brown hair, hazel eyes that were looking right through you. He wore glasses. He wore the same clothes that I wore. He was me. I noticed a paper tag attached to his wrist. It read "The Northern Pacific cuts across the great divide". I stared into his blank eyes and saw everything that I was. I saw yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

I woke up...in my Norther Pacific cottage. Everything was as it was. My front door was open and I could smell the salty Pacific air. I was home. I was home. I was safe.