|
it was my second year treeplanting. the friends who'd invited me along the first time had bailed, feeling that the payday (up to .14 cents a tree!) didn't justify the pain. i loved living in the forest and singing aloud my love of the woods, so i conned another friend into coming with me. the days blended into one another as i threw myself into labour, and one shining day our cooks assembled gorp. we went for breakfast and discovered a huge bin of it, pre mixed. i filled a bag and went on my way. it was cold in the mornings, so you'd work hard to get warm, and i didn't break till lunch. i'd only had a piece of toast and tea for breakfast, as my stomach is perpetually unwell. the sun was high in the sky as i sat down at the cache, a few crewmates and friends breaking at the same time. i reached into the bag i'd half forgotten, and took a handful of gorp and incorporated it into myself. instantly my body responded - i was hungry, my body ached for nutrients, and this handful of nuts, seeds, granola, raisins and other dried fruit was in that moment, utterly perfect. i felt tears fall down my face, an uncontrollable torrent of joy at being alive, at feeling the sun on my skin and a mixture of sustenance pour down my throat. the wind was gentle and i wiped the tears away before i had to explain them, despite feeling that if asked, i could just say "gorp" and all would understand.
|
#
¿
Apr 15, 2021 02:25
|
|
|
|
| # ¿ Apr 20, 2024 03:30 |
|