waited for Josh outside at the airport having a smoke, watching the lightning
strike in the distance. Hearing the thunder that followed always made him feel
like he was home. Breathing the air tasted like candy compared to Asia.
showed up in his pick-up truck.
tanned," he said. He still had some small scabs on the bridge of his nose.
well I've seen a lot of sun lately."
see it, man. Just-"
okay. Nice one." He patted Thomas's shoulder and smiled. "Good to have you home
left in his truck along the wide-open expanses of the prairies.
Grandfather wanted to see you as soon as you arrived. I think he's keen on
seeing what you've brought." Thomas found it strange that they both have orange
bandanas around their necks and were both wearing red shirts. It wasn't
Thomas's usual look.
because I would like to see him too. I've been dying to know what the
wants to have a sweat lodge first before we reunite the stones."
that's probably a good idea. Get rid-"
the negative. Exactly." Josh looked at him for a moment, taking note of the
burgundy beret he was wearing and his new pair of Birkenstocks.
changed. What happened over there?" Thomas could only smile. Where to begin?
What part comes first? What did happen? Instead of scrambling for a quick
answer, he looked out the window at the flat farmland of wheat, took a deep
breath and savored the smell of the rain. He felt calmer, quieter, more
comfortable in his silence.
good to be back," he said. "Time is the ether of change."
is one; paths are many," he replied, sensing his philosophical vibe.
path to sureness is littered with incomplete truths. But time is the master of
snowplow that pushes all incompleteness aside and clears the road. And what
remains is smooth and wise."
were lightning bolts on the horizon. They both waited for the thunder.
know, together we are a thunderbolt," he said. There was an undercurrent of
meaning in that statement. And it meant everything to Thomas.
phoenix and the thunderbird."
a thunderstone. In Native mythology, when lightning strikes a stone
falls. It's the spark from where thunder and lightning touch." The rain had
stopped but the thunder and lightning kept the skies on fire.
you know when lightning strikes?" he asked.
Can't say I do."
whenever a thunderbird winks his eye. As a thunderbird, I can tell you." They
drove on in silence and he was aware of Joshua's unconditional acceptance of
him as his twin.