The air is heavy and stale, the smoke holding the heat begins to squeeze my lungs tighter with every breath. The midday sunlight looks as if it is moments before sunset, covering the landscape with an eerie and unpleasant warmth.
I wipe the sweat from my forehead and bend down to pickup another pile of cut branches. Dust circling my feet and the beads of sweat burning into the cuts on my arms.
I fight back tears, welling from a pain much deeper than the cuts on my arms, from a place of darkness and sorrow we all share. From that place of loss. It's been a year today, a year since we lost an amazing man. A year since I lost someone that gave me so much hope, inspiration and joy. Someone who never failed to make me believe him when he said "it's ok, I got you". A year since I last heard him giggle as he roasted me. It feels like just yesterday we were flying down the highway, I miss you, everyday. I wish I could tell you how much you inspired me to follow my heart and fight for what I believe in. Thank you for all you did during the short time we got to call each other friends...
Another blackberry bush grabs hold of me, suddenly the beat of the music from my headphones matches the throbbing of the spots on my hands where my gloves gave way to the spines of the bush. My drifting mind shifts back to the smoke filled sky, burning trees to the north, my throbbing hands and the ominous future of the planet.
Love you forever and ever my friend.