Wick and the Cricket

[labelwench]

Caramel and Labelwench were sharing a moment of philosophy, the mare having determined that 'Wench didn't really like working with mathematical formulas that assumed too many unknown variables. Her mistress preferred tangibles, accepting the unseen as a balance to the observed.

"Where does the dew come from", Caramel asked, "or more specifically, the elements that comprise the dew. What is the space inside of each particle comprised of?"

"Doesn't matter how many blades of dew covered grass I eat, the dew will journey with me and through me, returning to that which it was before it was dew, and each drop of dew will be as if it were new."

"But some things are forbidden. Crocus is not for eating by horse." Caramel thus ended her dissertation, and continued nibbling on her analogy.

Labelwench relaxed and pondered the beautiful simplicity of the explanations Caramel offered, so considerate of her human limitations, was the mare.

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[Wick]

About midnight, Wick looked up and the moon was nearing Orion's belt. A low ridge of rocks stood off to his right. It was there in the rocks he found shelter and rest. He slept a dreamless sleep, which was most refreshing and when he awoke the following morning, the sun was just rising over the edge of the world.

He was chilled to the bone, for the dew had drenched his clothes and skin...and just outside the shelter of rocks, to Wick's astonishment, grew a brilliant purple and golden carpet of crocus, glistening in the morning sun like living jewels. Wick's thoughts slid back and he thought of Caramel's past offering of a crocus. He remembered the smell of horses.

And the thought came to him that everything in the universe is entangled.

Wick picked himself up and ran back to the road and into the distance to get warm. Somewhere nearby he could smell wild onions--a possible meal.

[labelwench]

Head down and moving out was Wick, as his muscles became more limber. He was beginning to warm up and in ponder of just where those wild onions were to be found. So involved was he, that he bumped right into Caramel, standing in the path.

Labelwench was astride the mare and she laughed as he recovered from his experience of the near irresistable force, having encountered the near immoveable object. Worst of all, he was sure that Caramel was laughing too, as there was an intermingling of female giggles inside his mind.

Before he could muster his mind to mouth, she spoke.

"We must go now, Wick. Thank you for the pleasure of your company. By grace or good fortune, we may meet again."

The mare squatted on her haunches, and turning perpendicular to the path, launched into soundless canter, soon lost to view.

So Wick was left standing, with only fresh hoofprints on the ground before him and the image of their departure still in mind.

......and a few short hairs, apricot in colour, on his chest, from their momentary touch.....

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Crick came out, seeing nothing, but sensing a thought hanging in the air:

entangled

He thought, since all was touching when all began, then all things seemingly separate now must be forever entangled, thus, everything connects to everything!