|Timpanac and Ucaganos
||[Jun. 8th, 2006|02:35 pm]
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(This morning the dawn was beautiful as I was driving to work -- all rosy-pink, backlit mountains. There were white and peach cotton clouds wreathing the top of Timpanogos, which to me is the ideal mountain. Tall peaks, rugged faces, snow-cloaked heights... and a cool backstory to go with it. If the snippet leaves you confused, ask, and I'll explain the story in more detail.)|
The dawn fell coldly on the mountain face, shifting hues of pink and yellow. Ucaganos had forgotten how to rejoice in the dawn in her long rest upon the mountain top, stone blankets falling in harsh folds to either side of her. Though the snow would slip and melt away for a few months before returning, the warmth never penetrated deeper, never touched her deadening heart.
She had fallen away from time over the last thousand years, caring little as her people fled the valley that had been her home, hardly noticing as homes and roads began to weigh down her blankets. The present was as a dream. Her dreams were where she lived, where she felt and loved again.
Yet each dream ended with a nightmare, a repeating reel of Timpanac's last moments. Each time she saw his fall from the mountain face, his broken body on the rocks below, her heart clenched once more in hard agony. It was nearly all stone now. She forgot the laughter and joy of her love, and all was pain and grief. Why had she even fallen in love in the first place? And why with Timpanac, whom everyone else hated?
Because he was beautiful, she remembered. And he was strong and brave, and he laughed with white teeth. Around him I could be myself -- truly myself. I always knew what to say, or not to say. I could have been with him forever.
Dew-heavy, thick clouds gathered around her. They pressed to her as though in a lover's embrace, and for a moment her heart unclenched, and she longed to turn her face to the touch.
A tear -- a rivulet of snow-melt -- ran down her granite cheek. The echo of the wind through the canyon put her in mind of his voice, soft and low.
Ucaganos, awaken. Open your eyes and see.
She didn't want to wake up. She wanted to linger in a dream that wasn't a nightmare, to continue to feel his touch and hear his voice whispering into her hair.
Are you going to just lie there?
She could hear the gentle mocking laughter in his voice, and smiled in her half-sleep. Perhaps she could wake up, just for a little. The clouds felt so soft around her. Raising her eyelids was a task more difficult than she'd expected -- the centuries of sleep had weakened her. She felt as though she were being crushed, smothered by the weight of her own skin.
With a gasp, at last Ucaganos awakened, blinking in the pale, rosy light.
Timpanac smiled at her in the cloud, and stretched for his hand to her.
She laughed, suddenly filled with the strength and joy she thought she had forgotten. She took his hand and then stood up to meet him, shaking off her blankets and the dust of the years.
This is Channel Thirteen news, bringing you up-to-the-minute coverage of the earthquake in Utah County. Our choppers are at the scene and you can see that the upheaval has been incredible. The whole face of mount Timpanogos has been drastically altered. Rod, what can you tell our viewers...