12| Chapter 9:
Mountain Trail Part 3: The Descent
The Pond On The Mountain
The joint the brained man lost at The True Commons is lodged between the branches of a tree. He plucks it by the roach and tokes slowly. The ember is cherry, her burn harsh and crisp.
The suited man marches ahead. He saysn’t a single word.
They both climb The Big Rock. The brained man jumps down to Mountain Trail. The suited man walks on the air until he decides to refrain.
The pinegrove is a smooth slope, coated in a soft, pine needle flooring.
A hard right bend around a sheared rock comes off as more gradual than it truly is.
The trail narrows, the joint is extinguished, and the brained man’s eyes shed teardrops in the wind.
They duck under a lowbranching pine tree. They pass by a dead pine tree. They cross over shattered boulders, bested by the glaciers of old. A meadow goes swerved and the path grows bordered by logs, as it was down by Greens Pond.
The brained man tries to relight his joint.
The suited man marches ahead.
The Descent falls heavy on the two men; though the trail is marked and blazed many a’time if once, the road is less traveled and the wind crosses strong over the rolling hills of Ringwood. The mountains amplify more than mere energy. The vortex pales in comparison.
To the left, secluded by a foothill and liquid as water, is The Pond On The Mountain. The Divet, filled by rain and held by rogue magnetism.
The final S is moderate, and leads them to The Lighthouse, a thick benchrock guarding the rootbed of an old juniper pine. It stands on the back edge of Board.
The Descent is complete. Now they must descend.
The brained man sits on The Lighthouse and struggles for his lighter. The winds are strong, the trees screaming as they jive, and a torn up brown beanie lays in the fallen browned needles behind the rock. Tattered, torn, and coated in berries, dirt, and fallen pine needles. A human being lost this here.
What else did they lose?
The brained man sparks the burned joint and tokes deep. Thus begins his descent.
The trail is a golem, the rocks its hair, dirt its dandruff; the avalanche follows him with a knowing, deaf and mute.
The brained man passes Base Camp, it’s over to his left. It’s guarded by boulders so he can’t see it.
The suited man marched ahead, and the brained man can’t see him, either.
The rockfall rolls out and comes to a plateau. The Mountain Trail continues to Bear, a zig where the brained man must zag.