The Celtics victory last night just felt hollow... so I went for a drive. I didn't know where I was going. As I worked my way out of town, and onto the old country road, I started to drive faster. Faster than I ever thought I'd have the nerve to go. I suppose it is because my life seems so meaningless now that Will is gone.
Some time later, I really don't know how long, I came out of my trance, tears running down my face, and I looked up at the sky. It was so beautiful... I slowed down, and pulled over.
It was too dark to see really, but I could make out a wood fence on along the side of the road. Probably farm land, I thought. I lay on the hood of the car, looking up at the stars. I could pick out the constellations Will had shown me, and as I cried I thought of him. And then, as I gazed up at those stars, I was comforted. "Maybe," I thought, "somewhere, Will is looking up at the same stars..." A smile slowly formed on my face.
I heard a noise off to the right, behind the fence. It jumped me at first. I felt my way off the hood of the car, ready to get in and speed away. Then the noise came again. Small and faint. "Wiiiiiiiill." I squinted, and approached the fence. As I reached it, and placed my quaking hands on it to steady myself, I began to peer out into the darkness. As my eyes adjusted, I realized the source of the noise was right in front of me. A cow stood staring back at me, within inches of my face. Startled, I fell back onto the grassy bank leading up to the road. "Moooooooooo..."
And then I laughed. Oh how Will would have loved to hear this story. Come back Will!
