'The departure'
Early bird excerpt
chapter 1, 2028AD
A Serene, Monday evening spent outdoors together with you. And like the dotted i we all knew, it was in every way there is a perfectly solemn Indian summer day that kept lingering on as if we had all been forever caught in the basking light of the setting sun.
Our departure impatiently growled and towered in the backs of both our mind. One part auspicious and eager to open the doors to this exciting, new, and uncharted chapter waiting for us to unfold and explore it all.
The other part took the shape of a more ominous and hulking silence, waiting to swallow us whole from within the shadows of the corner of this one last evening spent in Earth's familiar hold. It´s scent, of dew and soil. The lasting humidity that played across our skin and senses even as the soothing autumn winds drifted ashore from the turning sea.
When the silence speaks through the void, In the heart of life, only you can hear your own thoughts.
To breathe.
But one breath tomorrow too. In a day as beautiful as this moment.
The thought given birth by the setting sun that slowly continued its celestial, heliosynchronous walk towards the Northern hemispheres nightly slumber across this sky that lay before us so rich and ripe, and full of life and promise.
Perhaps it was the knowledge of that approaching mountain of a moment, that today would be the last day either of us would ever see this sight again. To feel and hear the sounds and scent, the weight of Earth bound sunlight, the pressure and touch of air around me, clinging and lingering holding on to our senses and skin. That surreal, yet perfectly physical feel of nature and earth itself upon us.
A sensation of not just this place, but of life itself as it is here on Earth, never to be felt or seen or heard, ever again. At least not like this.
Perhaps the reality of that insurmountable weight of our shared moment being the last evening spent on Earth, made it somehow even more beautiful than it's usual grandeur of beauty.
The ever present, slowly growing weight inside our tummy seemed to push our mind to engrave this moment for all of time, the sounds and color, every fragrance and moment, more vivid then ever before.
Temporarily shielded by formations of clouds that kept moving and darting across the sky in their peculiar, never ending dance of change and transformation, the suns burning rays seemed to reach down, flicker and beckon between my eyes and the vast space that separates us all from that burning star.
High up above in the sky.
The most beautiful painting was continually drawn before our eyes, framed by mountains to the left, their rolling peaks and smooth curvature, shaped like a woman's bosoms and hips, her thighs and tummy.
The blue and purple, bright yellow and soft red sky, the breathing canvas behind natures strokes, and the towering oak and birch trees - hundred of years older then any of us. Stretching in majestic, near silence towards thin air, reaching for the already changing clouds and the sizzling warmth of light that tentatively seemed so close, yet firmly, and always, remaining just out of reach.
Goodnight my love
[ "do not let
the bedbugs
bite
Sep 5, 2028AD" ]
Above this picture of lifes own art.
Just beyond the crown of trees, I can see a circling couple of birds of prey, I point them out to you as they silently, patiently, surf the warm upwards winds in search for the unknowing, earth bound 'meal in progress' that unknowingly live out their life beneath these feathered hunters domain.
Animals, soon to be devoured like a feast of bone and meat, the death that gives real birth to new life.
And there, floating by right next to the eagles - the sun planes.
Like from a glimpse of yesteryear's sci.fi tomorrow. Strangers of contradiction as they are to each other, the stillborn beings that had been born forth a sea of technology, yet almost kin to the birds of sky that they are now flying right next to. Artificial beings and feathered birds of organic origins, together riding upon the natural motion of the wind and sun, the feather light push of the wind and the ephemeral suns photons that eternally moved against their wings and body of muscles and feathers, graphene and technology.
A symbiosis of life and nature.
Science and man made creations conquering the skies of this planet together. Indefinitely they rode the peaks and invisible valleys of the oxygen and energy which we breath and crave to sustain life as we know it down here on Earth.
Photosynthesis and oxygen, always such cutesy words, and so full of life and vital, yet deadly power. One of life's greatest pillars and killers, an epitaph of sorts for the word oxymoron all by itself. Yet for all it's encompassing importance our eyes can not even see this omnipresent and fragile cloak that covers all of our windswept celestial globe.
I breathe in.
The shutter half pressed as I casually track the wings of a solar powered plane amongst the clouds and birds - magic in the making I think, as ray of suns catches it´s rear view window providing an utterly dreamy notion of light and bokeh upon witch i catch the wings of an eagle as my subject of choice.
I press the shutter.
A moment for ever frozen in stills and motion, created and birthed and finally set free by life to be captured by my eyes, developed and framed, conjured through my mind - to now, forever, be a part of the journey that lay ahead us all.
In the car, we sit in silence as it drives us home.
Looking out the windows, both following the fading lights of the sun as the sky now rapidly turns from light and day to a night time of stars and dark, illuminated only by the moon and stars. And who know´s, if the cold approaches, we might even get a final northern light waving goodbye.
A smile as our hands meet.
That sultry glimmer of lust, joy and love in our eyes and expression as our lips touch, a soft and lingering kiss that neither of us wants to break off. Your fragrance, so delicious and subtle, and the way it encapsulates my senses. it is as if your scent and the way your lips taste where made to perfectly complement each other - just as it had always been from the first day we lay eyes on each other.
Yes, it is true that our bond continually grow´s in depth and importance,over time and through all the moments of every day.
But even back in the beginning, 17 years ago, when we started out as friends, it always was from the very first moment as if we where made for each other, drawn to each others light like two sides of the same soul, born together a thousand lifetimes before we ever kissed, not yet together, but never truly ment for no one else.
- Well, sometimes we did of course invite a third person to our bed, but that was just a small part of our mutual pleasures and naughty fun in life.
Our car pulls up in front of our house, as our front door opens and the light switches on inside.
I kiss you and whisper that the tub is warm and ready for us as we enter our house.
Later that evening
We make our goodbyes, the evening light of a burning sky in solitude painting our bedroom and our old chimney that lurks in the center of the room, the rays of light flickering and moving through the panorama windows. it is a beautiful day we both think - sensual even.
A fitting last day to say goodbye to the house and our garden that we have nurtured and refined with love and care, our oasis in this world, that for 14 years has seen us make love inside it´s walls and windows and beneath the starry skies.
And oh my how we have made love and explored all of the canvas of our mutual pleasure and desires. I smile at you when that thought crosses my mind, and i can see similar thoughts mirrored and put on display in your beautifully sculpted face and so vivid eyes.
If our house could speak of all the sultry yum and pleasures we have enjoyed and freely and lustfully enjoyed, then it would surely make for a blushing and most aroused audience. And, well - we can only hope that the new owners will enjoy as much delight and fun, love and pleasures as we have here, and i hope - that their life will be well here, and safe for all, for a long, long time.
And if the old saying is true that a house carries with it the love, words. feelings and events of it´s former owners.
That the walls somehow incorporate the life and emotions of the ones living there, the harsh words or lovers moan, the joy and the sadness of the life previously lived inside it´s sheltered walls, then the new owners will undoubtedly find the very best quality of life and sultry, lovable ghosts as they set foot in our old house.
No words are needed tonight, and for hours we hold hands, softly kissing and laying snugly close with a slow fire burning in the fireplace, listening to the calls of birds and our own breathing, the rhythm of your blood beneath my fingers as we watch the light of fire and evening sky dance inside our room and on top our skin.
Our last evening down on earth, recorded in full, for our future joy and benefit, a memory to reside both inside of us, as well as captured on film, something to carry with us, as memories and stored emotions, as we travel through space and uncharted frontiers to a home we might never reach, and if we one day do reach that far away place.
Then. Well.
What lay ahead in the vastness of space and that one unknown planet, that I do not know.
But i do know this, that even if it all ends in a ball of fire or a malfunctioning computer trapping us in eternal sleep, then i know that nothing could ever change that the 14 years we have had so far in life as a couple. They have been the best years anyone has ever lived and each day with you has been beyond all of my dreams that i ever had dared to dream.
We all knew by now that life here on Earth is brutally coming to an end and what transpires is a string of events that will only get progressively worse over time. A tidal wave that would get worse for hundreds of years, perhaps even thousands of years, no matter if humanity was still around or not, even without our wars things would escalate a lot further. Even here, in the now shielded and still relatively unscathed kingdoms of Scandinavia, nothing could change that the fall of civilization as we knew it had suddenly and already come.
And now that there where no real hope here on Earth, not anymore.
Not even here.
Well, now, it was time for us to leave.
To cut the past from it´s feathered chains and weights that drowned us all and to move forward. For the two of us the choice was simple, when faced with the choice of living out the rest of our life here. To try in vain to love and fully enjoy each day together while having to watch the entire world crumble and burn around us, to each day wait for the inevitable end, 1 year, 5 years, or 20 years from now, not just for us, but for humanity as a whole on Earth. To do that.
Or to boldly go, hand in hand, on a journey without return but to be enjoyed for every passing moment.
To cast off on our life´s adventure - lived and experienced together with you, the love of my life.
To share and enjoy a journey with endless possibilities all waiting for us to unwrap and take delight in them. To venture to a far away planet that carries with it a real hope for humanity - to reboot and rebuild.
Decades to explore and cherish, to see and enjoy each day passing by and giving birth to a new day instead of witnessing yet another day fade and die.
While it could all end prematurely for all of us.
This was a journey born in the necessity for the survival of the human race, grounded in the simple and unyielding reality of Earth having reached a place that was now referred to as our dying days.
But, it was also about us, about how this was for the two of us, a journey born in the personal hopes and need in our heart and soul for a mutually fulfilling continuation with each other - a journey born in our love for life and each other.
Our very real need to enjoy each remaining day instead of watching it crumble and die a little bit more. To allow you a fulfilling life of joy, to know that you genuinely smile from deep within at yet another day.
Well, life is easy when you cut away the pretending, and so was this choice.
As I kiss you good night, with the last remnants of our fireplace burning out, i tell our home system good night Alec, and as i close my eyes, our house regulates the temperature for a more pleasant night of sleep, blinding the windows opaqueness and turning off our smartphones and computers,
Lastly it ends the recording that all of our devices has kept up all day long, from our Ray ban G+ editions to our cameras, phones and even the car which have all been capturing our last night and day in this room and bed, our house and nature itself.
As we fall to sleep in our arms, our recordings from the day, uploads in the background to our cloud and private storage servers, creating multiple copies of our last memories from this place and day. For us to take with us through life, and for the historical records all the 16 000 agents of IEF, Interstellar Earth Federation will be leaving behind as we depart tomorrow night.
Good night my love, dont let the bed bugs bite I whisper as I close my eyes for the last time down on Earth, September 5:th, 2028 AD.

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