I suppose this is how I see him. Exactly. Rugged, capable beauty in a wild shower of flame and sparks. Or perhaps this is my perspective of us; the earnest but volatile nature of who we are independently and corporately. We are a pair of glorious, clashing and blending flames.
We just spent a full week together, which is something that NEVER happens during the fire season. I came home from Alaska and we galloped to Pocatello to close on our house, pack up our life and stuff it in a storage unit. We sold or gave away over half of what we owned and once the money was in the bank from the sale of our home, we drove and fished our way across Idaho until we parted ways in Spokane. He headed back to Winthrop and work while I buzzed over to Montana to stage for a backcountry trip. When we crossed over the Idaho-Washington state line we looked over at each other and said, “We have to get back. We have to get back to Idaho.“
I miss him. I miss dreaming aloud with him. I miss the tangible flame that has burned between us for over 11 years now. Godspeed, babe (and soft landings), until our soul bones rest side by side once more.