Though the opening I could see the
drawing on the wall of the cave. The fire was throwing warm light, creating
movement in the still night. I sat, watching the drawing on the wall. They
had painted the sun on the cave wall. I remember back this morning, feeling
depressed and sad. I had felt that the world was against me. I had felt
the pain in the back of my head. I had felt terrible. I thought I knew
what to do, so I had walked to the side of this mountain and gathered some
wood and kindling. I had sparked a fire with flint in this cave. The first
time I had seen the drawing, it had reminded me of how simple the past
can communicate with the present. The simple drawing of the sun on the
cave wall spoke of a time past. The time where one human decided to communicate
with the future. They decided to tell us that they knew the sun. The simple
drawing, a old circle and radiating lines told of emotions gone by. They
told the story of someone drawing in this cave. The life trying to reach
forward into the future. A life with a history, a life willing to create
a drawing. A life whose time frame has long since gone. A life that had
lived and loved, fought and cried. A life that had walked and talked in
this cave. A life that had seen the sun. Sitting in this cave I look at
the sun and realize that I am not alone. Someone has left a message on
this wall. I watch the drawing as the fire's reflection plays tricks and
dance on this wall. I know that someone else has sat here and watched this
sun as it danced and entertained them so long ago. My sadness is long gone,
as I slowly understand what I see, the muscle in my neck has relaxed, the
pain I understand. It leaves my body. I'll come back here and sit at some
other time. I'll again share the time with the one who painted the sun.
Words & Graphics by Tomas