Chapter 38: Summer

[Most of the time -- just plain filthy dirty and I wasn’t raised that way however became quite used to it heavily involved, let’s say, in the purpose of being breeder livestock]

Officially it was Summer. The weather was warmer and the sun was establishing its seasonal realm. The sisters were apparently most in tune with the summer season, at least in my thinking, because they really seemed to revel the condition. Their happiness made my Happy-mess a whole revel- level greater as temperatures climbed in all regards.

The sisters knew of no sins on earth; there was no guilt for any past wrong doing. That just didn’t happen for them. Maybe that fact coupled with warmer weather made their whole world right. I certainly didn’t understand all the nuts and bolts of their existence because my expertise ended with a good knowledge of how to make love with them. But warmer weather made it seem less important for me to know the deep secrets about them. I just accepted the way they were and they me, although I sensed they always knew every detail about me already. Of course they did. They had entirely changed me physically both inside and out of my body.

The feeling of being totally accepted without question was hard to put words to, actually bizarre given my past life. But I sensed a heavenly experience free of any kind of hatred. It was just simply acceptance, always, if you can imagine. I felt somewhat like the child born to them and that was a strange notion I didn’t conjure up on my own. It, rather, just wouldn’t leave me alone with its concept and frankly was both incredibly beautiful for part of my ego and also really weird for another part of my mind.

If The Mountain was of paramount importance to their lives I understood that as well, in and of itself. And in time The Mountain meant more and more to me. I’ll never be able to explain exactly what that mountain meant to them, beyond the physical, but in later life I came to understand more by visiting it. The influence it had on its surroundings was a unique experience.

It is not about The Mountain among Earth’s other great mountains but rather about the influence The Mountain has on its surrounding. It stands alone and not in a tall group as is the case with many other of Earth’s greats. In that, its influence seems greater even amongst the other unique peaks in the range. It seems easily to take command.

As always The Mountain was glorious. It stood head and shoulders above, so majestically pronounced. It was an old volcano always dormant but alive having not erupted in recent man’s memory. Warnings came every so often that it was inevitable, that eventually The Mountain would blow causing all kinds of havoc because it influenced such a large geographic surrounding. But it was peaceful, serene and cast such character against the sky to the east, a break between the wet maritime climate lands of west country and the dry high desert of the east, that amazingly contrasting weather.

I stood latitude west, opposite from my child farm experience in the east, almost if not the exact latitude alignment. It was obvious this mountain was in command and control, somehow, for whatever reasons that were important, of everything within its influence.

But although there were those warnings about potential danger, most of us who lived in the shadow loved it above all else as a physical feature of beauty. Now the sisters brought new meaning for me and I saw it as a symbol of love. I couldn’t avoid seeing it as a symbol of sexual desire and I didn’t really need to know of its power or magic or anything like that. It was enough just to respect the sisters and their power derived from the earth that connected us all.

And connected somehow we were, intimately. As the summer season moved forward the connection that brought nymphs and humans together would become more apparent but very subtly and very quietly. The reasons were in the wind and as summer winds blow with their soft calming nature the truth eased into place for those who wished to observe.