Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Everyone saw it coming, yet curiously no one gave it the slightest bit of attention, save him. He understood what it meant to the big picture, the sum of the horizontal and the vertical (as measured by the diagonal). It was sad the same way that clouds pass before the sun, or the moon shrinks to a crescent. Worse, when he tried to speak of the danger, his words were met with raised eyebrows and cocked heads, glances askance trying to determine the sincerity level in the delivery and the message amid the ramble.

"Are you kidding?", they all asked.

In that place of deep inner truth, however, they all knew he was not. The larger, much more important question, to him, was, is it too late?

Was he on his way to buy expensive lumber and fix the corral knowing that the horses had all regained their freedom and were out roaming the range? Did it really make any difference? Did anyone care enough to join him in this hopeless mission of saving the planet? Or was it too late?

The answer came with the crackle of thunder, YES IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE, a jolt of lightening, YES, THERE IS ONE, and the open spigot of a hot summer torrent, IT IS NOT TOO LATE.

(but it's close)