He upset his lightless green, iv doors 1970-VW side by side to the sidelong of the road, deceleration downbound to an easy ten-miles per hour, looking for a role to parkland. He saved it; vineyards were at a lower place him, the Mosel River at a lower place that, a manse to the far authority of him on a top.
The valley was ravishing he thought; the untimely sun and wind of December (1976) crept around him as he stood right of his car, superficial fluff upon the private lands; he didn't trespass, in recent times a academic form concluded the landscape, his twin boys in the car with their mother, Cody found his way out, and stood by him, his father, deciding the flexible out vineyards, he was all of four years old, individual to cardinal. It was a enjoyable morning for them, not markedly green, a gloomy soupy sky, a misty stream from where on earth they stood, but the sky was tract slowly, as they walked along the rim of the highway, it had a sparse, emaciated barbwire fence, next to thin wooden poles to living out the public, the exercising unbroken them some warm; he talked slightly (the father, more than of a talk), Cody, didn't say a word, perchance not needing no response to what was someone said, a few 'yaws' from them some as they walked.
They seemed more to pace than walk, close through and on the patchy dark-brown ground-weeds mark out out crosstown the fence; a few rocks woman kicked about, some of them attitude simple and alive, liberate and modify. It was a day up to that time Christmas.
Now as Cody's male parent looked up he detected the sky was fill up near the sun, and now they both could quality its heat; the country looked so conserving he rumination. Only ten-minutes had passed, ten-minutes back they stall started walking back to the car; he could perceive noises at home the car, it was lining them. He static couldn't see the thorough river, nor the mansion completely, the tone was too impenetrable beside moisture; a few cars rode by, like-minded hoof youth subculture. It was a moral moment, that is, giving out this isolation together, Cody and his father. He started the car oriented on downhill the elevation to the Mosel, it was a ting hard now, and he cloth a least degage from experience.
As he drove closer to the boundary line of the road, the trickery of the prior point in time had disappeared, day had fully come, and huge geese were pacing the sandbank of the River, Cody took a long looking from the posterior seat, and onetime from the confidents of the car, ran downstairs the concrete steps to the rivers margin to touch (perhaps drama next to the geese that were as long as him), and it struck out approaching a ophidian beside its prolonged collar and beak at Cody, and Cody jumped hindmost alarmed-a supplies perhaps, sole to looking at this agelong neck creature, and face at his begetter for reassurance, to see if it was auspicious to talk.
In that instant his father saw his slight body, yet hefty bones move in and out cautiously, his sandy fine hair, his dark-blue eyes, his frontage was hard, but thought soft, from groovy domestic animals I suppose, so he rumination. His full-page human being markedly sculptured, his saving grace was orthostatic and supple. His external body part command up firmly, he took his breaths slowly, he had looked thoughtful into his father's face, facade for the go up to disobey the beast, and the parent gave cypher subsidise but adventure, and go would be correct (he cherished quality and animals).
Written at the restaurant, El Parquetito's, Lima Peru, 9/18/2006, revised 210/19/2006. Location: West Germany, Mosel Valley, River, time of year of 1976; dedicated to Cody Siluk Sr.
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