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My Unexpected Thing

For the first time in so long I found myself in the woods today. I spent time there so often in my youth. Camping, hunting (always with due respect of the prey). So many hours did I spend there, sometimes just walking to absorb, seemingly by osmosis, the glory of Utopian simplicity. The air I breathed then seemed somehow healthier and more valuable and ironically, for that reason, taken more for granted. My hearing was so much better then and every little rustling, every sonic interaction with the otherwise God-like silence the tableau offered was picked up and appreciated. The forest could be a glossary of paradoxes and contradictions that so pleasingly smote the senses. I remember thinking how the dampened mulch of leaves and loam could stink so good.

I wanted this all back today so I got my lazy old ass up and out and went for a walk into the verdant outback, literally, out back of the house where I have a rented second story flat. Only a few yards into Paradise all the memories of my youth fed by the senses, especially olfactory, came flooding tsunami-like and I was transported to simpler times and loving it. I walked until I could no longer see the house and for a few minutes more, then I stopped and listened. I found a fallen log and sat. I am deaf as a rock in my old age and God, jokester that he is, has seen fit to season that deafness with the harpy annoyance of tinnitus. Here in the sanctity of the Pennsylvania wildwood none of that mattered. There was quietude that in its wholeness seemed to banish even the cloying humming and ringing that usually accompanies my every waking moment. That all seemed a thing of the past as the unmistakable sound of a stream came babbling its way to me and I was reintroduced to a Tennyson verse that I’d not thought of for years:

“I chatter, chatter, as I flow,
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.”

That, coupled with the perfect temperature and conspicuous lack of the usual contingent of buzzing flies and gnats that so often plague an otherwise idyllic summer’s trek in the woods, was lulling and soothing me like no healer’s balm can.

My reverie was tickled awake by the subtle sound of something moving over my left shoulder and I cautiously cast my gaze in that direction, only to be rewarded by the sight of four doe and two fawns, just losing their spots, grazing calmly amidst the mountain laurel. The deer in our region are protected and consequently much less skittish and tamer than in unprotected areas. I have no doubt that they were aware of my presence for I was directly upwind from them, yet they continued their snacking as if I were as inconsequential as a slug. I was never so happy to reflect on myself as such and the day could not have been more perfect.

My unexpected company began slowly to move off in the direction of the brook that I could now smell with the sudden shift in the breeze. As they trickled silently into the lush underbrush I was starting to feel a pang of loss until the doe in the rear turned, met my eyes and held her gaze long enough to translate, “Come hither, pilgrim, and see where we lead you.” I stood obediently and began to follow through a patch of rhododendron to the edge of a slope at the bottom of which I observed the confluence of two merging streams. The air here was noticeably more moist and a bit cooler. Oh how I longed to be brook-side with my new friends and so began the trek down the slope.

We’d had a week of rain that had finally abated three days previous, but while the top layer of leaves on the forest floor was dry, the leaves beneath that were wet and chose that moment to introduce themselves by sending yours truly ass over head in a slippery tumble down the slope that culminated in torn pants and a pulled groin muscle.

Fuck the woods.

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Comments

  • RainbowWomanTas
    RainbowWomanTasabout 3 years ago

    Thank you so much for my morning laugh!

  • RainbowWomanTas
    RainbowWomanTasabout 3 years ago

    Not really smirking at your misfortune……..

  • Smirk all you want, sweetie. The humor of it all was what prompted this piece.

    – George Yesthal

  • Rocky Loder
    Rocky Loderabout 3 years ago

    great write…took me back in time…i have often used those three words why walking through the woods…awesome…

  • Thanx, brother.

    – George Yesthal

  • Redviolin
    Redviolinabout 3 years ago

    You are a breath of fresh (woods ) air…how I was captured by your beautifully poetic descriptions (very deliberate no doubt ..lol..) …and thinking wow..this man is so at one with the woods…this is too good to be true..and then….as if on cue….your tumble downslope …lol…except for the damage done….you have my comiserations.for that………you also have my great admiration of a very entertaining write…you ARE awesome !!!!!

  • LOL. I guess God was telling me to wake up and smell the liniment .
    Thanx, Red.

    – George Yesthal

  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestabout 3 years ago

    LOL :O)))
    Oh it is bad form to laugh at someone toppling over on to their butt….BUT how could I not go down this funny path after being lulled into such a nature wonderland that I was also hungry to smell the fresh air and look into the eyes of a forest creature…..And what happens your butt pops up rather unexpectedly at the end.
    A good ending in the end to get the laughter around the place. Thanks this was a nice way to forget the many tasks I have to do today…..
    Well better get off my ….Butt and get moving.. ;O)

  • This is the irony that is my life. I wouldn’t trade these ridiculous happenings for the world. After all…what the hell would I write about?

    – George Yesthal

  • Redviolin
    Redviolinabout 3 years ago

    LOL…I guess so…bet the deer were snickering …lol…were they Whitetail or mule deer ???

  • Mule deer in Pa?!? Nope, white tail.

    – George Yesthal

  • bearwings
    bearwingsabout 3 years ago

    that was excellent, I imagine it’s the only time you were happy to be called an inconsequential slug, it reminds me of a friend back from bali, spent most of the holiday on a floating chair in the wet bar, “I know what a peasant in the field looks like” he said, I guess you feel that way about slugs now. never trust a deer, no matter how much they bat their eyelids, I’ll remember that, funniest read in ages, go back and do it some more, we need a good laugh

  • Good advice about the deer. I’ll keep it in mind. Don’t worry; there’s no shortage of absurdity in my life so I expect there will be more forthcoming any day now. Glad you had a good time with it.
    Thanx.

    – George Yesthal

  • Redviolin
    Redviolinabout 3 years ago

    Didnt even think to look where you lived …..what does Pa stand for …excuse my ignorance …

  • George Yesthal
    George Yesthalabout 3 years ago

    Pennsylvania.

  • raymondoantonio
    raymondoantonioabout 3 years ago

    LOVE THE WAY YOU SET THE SCENES IN THIS BRILLIANT WRITE GEORGE!!! LIFE TENDS TO SHAFT US JUST WHEN WE LEAST EXPECT!!! BRAVO!!!!!!

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