by Bernard Renaud

Created on: January 12, 2007   Last Updated: December 12, 2009

         This little tale is not about unexpected adventures or catastrophic events but a short tale about a personal journey. A journey that had no destination but one I hoped would help me ,if not live at life's edge at least bring ,once more, into view it's horizon. 

          My journey started one morning a small town neslted in the mountains. A place of such tranquility that I had to leave.The randomness of my thoughts, the greyness of confusion that filled my mind felt out of place in this tranquil and picturesque valley. I sat for a moment in my car and looking out through the window. All I could see were mountains and a road that seemed to disappear off in the distance... A voice far off in the back of my mind urged me on.I put my 86 Oldsmobile with the four almost new tires into drive and drove off into the horizon heading south alonge a road that never seemed to end.

    A small town appeared seemly out of nowhere.It was a bleak place,or perhaps it was the bleakness of my thoughts.Built into the granite hills each house stood precariously on the side of the mountains that were their foundations. A short coffee break and off I was heading once more south.

     In a restaurant near the railroad track that ran along the edge a town I sat looking out the window at the snow capped mountains,drinking what would be one of many coffees, wondering about my day. A short drive? For just an afternoon? I looked at my car wondering if the if the four almost new tires would carry me back.

     I looked around the restaurant trying to amuse myslef. I hadn't found the answerers I was looking for, the darkness of those grey clouds still floated around in my mind.The clock that  hunge on the wall gave me the time.It was a simple o'clock that did nothing more than give the time and did little to help me decide... A short  time latter I looked once more at the clock perhaps hoping that some how something had changed.For a moment I stared at the clock.How could this be! The clocked hadgiven me back an hour. A moment of puzzlement ran through the cloudiness of my thoughts. If only it could give back more.

      

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