The moon bowed like a fishing line if you could remember its trajectory. I watched it all night and didn’t do much else. No one was around. Good. No noise. Good. It took a lot to surround myself with nothing but nature those days. It took a lot to get away at all. But there I was, where I wanted to be. Now that I was there I didn’t have to think about where I was, or where to go. If you’re doing what you want to do and you’re where you want to be, there’s not much room for anxiety about such things.
I jumped. I had no choice in the matter.
“What are you doing?”
“I would rather be alone.”
“I would rather be sitting where you’re sitting than standing where I’m standing.”
I stood and turned around.
He was a short man, about five-seven. I am a tall man, about six-four. He was thin. I am not.
I sat back down and I do not know what he did next.