An autumnal October twelfth, a full moon supplying the entire local inhabits, a smorgasbord of fresh clams providing they dig them up. The shallows of an impressive low tide was completely at its lowest point when he approached the beach, two sea gulls were skirmishing in midair. The bearer of the prize victorious, retaining the hard dug clam. Sea gulls with their relatively short legs, (for a bird that would forage at a waters edge) were quite successful uncovering the tasty morsels. Standing in the shallows the gulls would probe the sandy bottom where the clams lay just beneath the surface; grabbing the calm in its bill the sea gull would take flight. The burdening cargo clumsily laying in the gull’s mouth, an easy target for an in-flight robbery tests the gull’s tenacious hold. Soaring high, the gull zeros in on a rock bellow, using the skills of a bombardier, eyeing the target to crack open its precious cargo. Puma, out for a break from climbing trees finds closeness with nature that few have mastered, some call it, the call of the wild. Having just stepped off the Appalachian Trail… hiking close to 800 miles, in a three month journey… Only!!!.. to immediately.. go to climbing trees in New York City where the Puma resides. This abrupt transition delayed any thoughts and reflection of Pumas recent vision quest. Puma Ghostwalker left NYC in late May 2011 taking his backpack down to Springer Mountain Georgia, the southern terminus of the Appalachian Trail. The north bound Puma hiked up past Roanoke Virginia when a hurricane due to hit New York City, pulled him off trail, dedicated to go back home and face the destruction of falling trees on houses. Two months later Puma gets a break and grabs his Nikon d 7000 and a 300 mm lens and hits a local state park for the day. The sea air and sounds bring him back in time and soon he was walking on trail the smells indeed… you never forget the smells and Katia. Katia was a shape-shifter; she came to him at night late in the season when Puma slept alone in the shelters. With not many hikers on trail Puma would sleep in the shelters that were built and maintained by the local hiking clubs of that particular location. She would always come to him late in the evening. Appearing as a mountain lion she would approach him, Puma reaching out and scratching her ears and rubbing her neck Katia… instantly transforming to human form and with the same agility… leap in one move laying aside Puma for close human contact, a closeness she had done with him many times before. Every morning Katia would be gone and Puma just thought of it as lucid dreams, a part of his vision quest. Swiss Miss was a north bound hiker from Switzerland, she met-up with Puma in Virginia and became his companion. She came to America to hike the Appalachian Trail, to learn what it feels like to be alone in nature and commune with her Mother Goddess. Ahead of… or trailing Puma she spent many days in the stillness of the forest,climbing mountain after mountain. The darkness of the night, deep in the forest, moon and star light struggles to penetrate. One night camping right at the shore of Jennings creek, a bear came down to the creek for water, the soft sounds of the creek was no match for the heavy breathing and lapping of the water by the bear. The sounds and smells of nature can hold you in its captivating spell, in enough time you can…. just be part of it…. in body… and ...…in spirit. It is in this time… magic can happen And…. supernatural forces can… interact with you, you are one with all things. Its in despair.. when … you relies You do not fear and it does not fear you, you are one… After hiking for two weeks with Swiss Miss, Puma was being called back to New York early in preparation for the hurricane that’s about to hit the city. The final day on trail,Puma discovered a mountain lion kill… reenacting the hunt, Puma recorded a video for Youtube. Following the animal from were it ambushed a deer… then a tumble 5 meters where she made the death bite, …right on the trail… that caught Puma’s eye then, dragging the creature down the mountain for consumption, it was at that moment… Puma thought about Katia as a real being out there and maybe…….just maybe…. To be continued….. Hi my friends, this is my first attempt at writing since my return and I’m playing with fiction…(maybe) And…third person style too. Truly this is rough I’m rusty and in need of more rest, winter is coming and plenty of time for myself and ……….to create… Meow!

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