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He emerges from his room ready for our hike and says, “Do you like it?” He almost seems nervous of my judgment as he awaits my response.
“Are you kidding me?! This place is amazing, Grayson. The windows make you feel like you’re in paradise with the views of the trees and mountains. I did notice the walls are kind of empty.”
“I’m glad you like it.” He smiles his boyish grin looking proudly around his house. “I just moved in a few months ago, but truth is I don’t really have much to put up on the walls or decorate the space with.” He admits shyly. Seeing him so nervous is so endearing.
“We’ll see what we can do about that,” I say excitedly. I love decorating. I’m sure we can add some of Grayson into this space.
He smiles and grabs my hand. “Let’s go.”
We reach our destination and begin our hike up the mountain trails, walking quietly absorbing the beauty that surrounds us. The tall fir trees hover over us allowing us to escape into the woods, losing ourselves to this magical place. We hear the birds singing their own unique songs overhead, wildflowers blooming, and the soothing sound of a nearby river.
“How do you feel?” Grayson asks.
“Great! Thanks for asking me to come. This is exactly what I needed.” I reply happily. There’s no better cure than being outdoors surrounded by nature.
“My pleasure. I always like to escape out here when I’m stressed or need to get away from the city for a while.”
“I totally understand what you mean. This is my escape also.” We continue our trail. It’s warm out, and we’re soon sweating.
After a little while, we stop at a bench with a beautiful view of a distant Portland and sit to rest. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I ask aloud to no one in particular. Grayson has his arm lightly placed on the back of the bench where I’m sitting.
“It sure is and so are you. There’s nothing more soothing, more relaxing, than being out here like this. In the middle of it all, understanding you’re a part of nature, not above it.” I nod in agreement, looking intently at him.
“Did you hike a lot back home? You don’t seem new to this lifestyle.” I ask, genuinely curious about his life back in South Carolina.
“Yeah, I did. I’ve always loved being outdoors. And thankfully so, because like it or not, I was outside a lot. My brother and I both had ATVs, so we would take them out and ride through trails. When we would get tired of riding, we’d hike up the nearby mountains and get lost from our reality.” He talks as if he were back there, reliving those memories. There’s a trace of sadness in his eyes and I notice they’re no longer their bright hue, but greener and dull. I’ve learned what emotions his eye colors represent in the short time I’ve known him.
“You’re really close to your brother.” I state. “It must be hard being so far from him.” I can’t help but wonder what kind of upbringing he had. I remember when we first met he mentioned he also had issues with his mother; maybe she wasn’t around much. I’m curious, but don’t want to strike a nerve.
“Yeah, I am. He’s my family. The only one I really have. It was hard making the decision to move out here, but the opportunity was too great to let pass, and he wouldn’t hear of me staying back home because of him. I tried to convince him to move out here with me. Truth is he loves our hometown too much to ever leave permanently, good memories and bad. I’m trying to get him to come visit, though,” he says with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. Hearing Grayson speak about his brother and his hometown has me wondering so many things about him. I want to know more. He never talks about his past or his family, but then again neither do I.
“That would be awesome,” I reply.
“Yeah, it would be. I haven’t seen him since I left town. He hasn’t been able to make it out here, and besides him there’s nothing for me to go back
He emerges from his room ready for our hike and says, “Do you like it?” He almost seems nervous of my judgment as he awaits my response.
“Are you kidding me?! This place is amazing, Grayson. The windows make you feel like you’re in paradise with the views of the trees and mountains. I did notice the walls are kind of empty.”
“I’m glad you like it.” He smiles his boyish grin looking proudly around his house. “I just moved in a few months ago, but truth is I don’t really have much to put up on the walls or decorate the space with.” He admits shyly. Seeing him so nervous is so endearing.
“We’ll see what we can do about that,” I say excitedly. I love decorating. I’m sure we can add some of Grayson into this space.
He smiles and grabs my hand. “Let’s go.”
We reach our destination and begin our hike up the mountain trails, walking quietly absorbing the beauty that surrounds us. The tall fir trees hover over us allowing us to escape into the woods, losing ourselves to this magical place. We hear the birds singing their own unique songs overhead, wildflowers blooming, and the soothing sound of a nearby river.
“How do you feel?” Grayson asks.
“Great! Thanks for asking me to come. This is exactly what I needed.” I reply happily. There’s no better cure than being outdoors surrounded by nature.
“My pleasure. I always like to escape out here when I’m stressed or need to get away from the city for a while.”
“I totally understand what you mean. This is my escape also.” We continue our trail. It’s warm out, and we’re soon sweating.
After a little while, we stop at a bench with a beautiful view of a distant Portland and sit to rest. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I ask aloud to no one in particular. Grayson has his arm lightly placed on the back of the bench where I’m sitting.
“It sure is and so are you. There’s nothing more soothing, more relaxing, than being out here like this. In the middle of it all, understanding you’re a part of nature, not above it.” I nod in agreement, looking intently at him.
“Did you hike a lot back home? You don’t seem new to this lifestyle.” I ask, genuinely curious about his life back in South Carolina.
“Yeah, I did. I’ve always loved being outdoors. And thankfully so, because like it or not, I was outside a lot. My brother and I both had ATVs, so we would take them out and ride through trails. When we would get tired of riding, we’d hike up the nearby mountains and get lost from our reality.” He talks as if he were back there, reliving those memories. There’s a trace of sadness in his eyes and I notice they’re no longer their bright hue, but greener and dull. I’ve learned what emotions his eye colors represent in the short time I’ve known him.
“You’re really close to your brother.” I state. “It must be hard being so far from him.” I can’t help but wonder what kind of upbringing he had. I remember when we first met he mentioned he also had issues with his mother; maybe she wasn’t around much. I’m curious, but don’t want to strike a nerve.
“Yeah, I am. He’s my family. The only one I really have. It was hard making the decision to move out here, but the opportunity was too great to let pass, and he wouldn’t hear of me staying back home because of him. I tried to convince him to move out here with me. Truth is he loves our hometown too much to ever leave permanently, good memories and bad. I’m trying to get him to come visit, though,” he says with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. Hearing Grayson speak about his brother and his hometown has me wondering so many things about him. I want to know more. He never talks about his past or his family, but then again neither do I.
“That would be awesome,” I reply.
“Yeah, it would be. I haven’t seen him since I left town. He hasn’t been able to make it out here, and besides him there’s nothing for me to go back
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