




Sweetwater Overlook
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I had been sitting there for two hours, like I had the day before, the day before that, and many other days recent. He approached in a suit and paid me no mind. He walked to the fence overlooking the grasslands. He stopped where he could go no farther. He clasped his right hand in his left and looked up towards the clouds. They were moving twice as fast now...sliding toward eachother like two cars rolling to a collision. The wind started roaring and I kept watching. Seven birds caught current directly above his prematurely balding head. He fell to his knees and began rocking into the fence. I felt my eyes voyeuristically burning into his intensely private moment. I felt the rage and the loss he felt amidst the vast plains. I became him. For a few seconds plains, winds, birds, he and I had the same intense passion.