Sitting at the side of a lonely road in Northern Ontario was Hayden's beat up old Toyota with a tarp for a window. The sun was just beginning to rise above the trees, painting the landscape with shades of orange and pink while birds merrily sang out from the surrounding treetops. The fall of civilization … Continue reading Travels of the Wild Boy: The Long Road West (Part V)
Dawn came upon the town as Hayden slept in a heap upon his mattress. The tapping of raindrops against the bedroom window pane could be heard sounding out rhythmically in the quiet of the morning. With great difficulty Hayden managed to open one eye and then the other, releasing a yawn and burying his face back into the mattress. He felt no need to wake up.
Lying on his stomach, Hayden lifted his head up from his bunched up old sweater and yawned. Through crusty eyes, he looked around the old warehouse where he slept and noticed the dust particles floating through the beams of sunlight shining in through the windows. It had to be a nice day outside for there to be so much light.