Updated: Nov 25, 2019
“Sometimes,” he said, “I want to live in the past.”
They sat against a tree trunk, arms wrapped around their knees, staring at the stars.
“It’s in our nature,” she replied. “Our unnatural nature.
“Trees don’t think of falling, wolves don’t think of howling. Waves crash, wind blows, sun shines.
"There’s no thought, no feeling, no remembering in any of it. Just doing, acting. This moment, here and now.”
A gust of wind made its point between her words.
“It’s only us humans that have to compare everything.”
A lone cricket chirped nearby. He reached upward as if trying to grasp the stars.
“Maybe we are special,” he said.
She found his other hand, holding it tight.