As darkness fell, the trees began to sing. It wasn’t so much of a song as it was a howl, a cry out for warmth or light. The earth got cold, unusually cold even for November. The deer weren’t cooking their usual meals, instead playing with the chess pieces the frogs left out overnight. Kamala stayed in the field behind my house. She liked to lay on the grass because it was hot, like metal left out in the hot sun. Unlike the cold air, this was normal these days. The trees for the next 35 years were not able to circulate water through their veins thanks to the change in climate. The grass scorched Kamala’s back and her arms, leaving scarring. He keeps the scars as a reminder for why his family left him. A feverish smelling wind fell onto the town, which would fill up every pore in your skin, and penetrate every gland in your body. This happened every 3-5 days. this would also happen every time the sun came up, also every 3-5 days. A lot had changed since Kamala was younger. He tries to remember every day. Their ritualistic process has been the same for the past 40 years. Walk 5.5km from the backyard of my house 36.66°NW starting at 7am every sunday (which now happens every three weeks), arrive at the vine covered cabin at the opening between the trees labelled “Clarence Garden”. Enter the cabin. Take three pieces of chalk which are always in the mailbox to the left of the door, and draw her family signage simultaneously with all three pieces of chalk. They would stay there for three days without eating, drinking from the stream running behind the cabin. They felt the need to urinate in the stream and forbade herself from urinating anywhere else during this process. This proved difficult as he has to squat in the extremely strong current as they are a man, and obviously do not have an appendage for urinating. Kamala repeated their usual process, but this time due to the extreme cold, was hit with a sudden wave of panick. Paralyzed with shock and cold, Kamala stood in the stream, urine running down his leg. All she could see was black. A feeling they knew all too well flooded over them and consumed them. Kamala sighed. Kamala breathed. Kamala smiled.
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