A Return to Forever
Chapter Eleven
The sky in the east had the slightest hint of a lighter shade of dark. The night was melting away. Vachon sat further back in the cover of the surrounding forest, embracing the memories of four and a half centuries, sorting through them as if they were precious pages in a scrap book. He held each moment briefly, tasting, smelling, hearing and seeing, in his mind's eye. He gazed up at the horizon, sensing the coming dawn, and was suddenly drawn to that moment when he watched, mesmerized, as Maya walked into the light and rose up to meet the emerging sun. And for the first time since that night, he wondered what it had felt like.