The sun was setting and the air promised a cool clear night. Just cold enough to have a low, warm fire. How many years      had I been on my way here? Ridiculous now that I look back upon my life.How is it that this silver haired man possessed  the knowledge of the old one’s? 

        “I just draw from it “he said. Starling me out of my introspection back into the nights edge. 

         “What did I say,” I blurted! Had I been thinking out loud?

           

       “ Wasn’t always that way,” he continues as if I had said nothing. He was taking my regained composure as a matter of fact.

         

        “There were days in my Earth time when was full of emotions and feelings. Ideas leading nowhere.”

          

  Neishte got up tend the fire in the house. I guess you’d call it a house. It truly was magnificent in it’s own way. Neishte and members of the community had built it.

  The Lodge was made of sawmill white oak timbers, white oak lumber on the walls, windows gathered from everywhere, and plywood. It truly had a feeling to the building and the lands. In all my life I never thought I would be here, doing this. In all my searching there had to be a reason. Why him?