Somehow, I’ve always known I would end this life here. From the earliest days of my youth, lying lazily among these vast, rolling fields, feeling my tender flesh cook in the crisp Rocky Mountain sun--I knew it. I wished it.
Can you feel it? The power? The feeling of expectation & peace that makes even your fingertips tingle? The way your lungs seem to fill forever with the sharp, clean scent of the mountains? To be lost in the hypnotic laughter of the wind-tickled trees... It is almost as beautiful as the way my Love breaths as she sleeps beside me. So softly. Seductively...
Coming here has brought things into perspective, like it always does. This log I’m sitting on...it’s always been here, as everpresent as the expectant energy that saturates this clearing. But of course you couldn’t yet know why this place is so sacred--I don’t think anybody knows. Just my brother & I, & what I’ve shared of it with my Love...
& now you.

Rycke has published short fiction since the early 90s in magazines and ezines such as Marion Zimmer Bradley's Fantasy Magazine, The Writer's Eye, Niteblade and Dark Planet, and has worked in virtually all aspects of independent film, television and theater for more than a decade. He has written and directed three short films, one of which has gone on to receive a Best Screenplay award, and co-wrote/codirector one feature length film. During his college years, he was honored with Best Newsletter Editing - regional for Phi Theta Kappa's monthly journal, Honorable Mention.
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