Chapter 15 13 The Wonderful Life of Immortals

In the evening, I arrived in the small town of Sedona (Sedona). I remember that Jim who rode side by side with me on the west coast should live in the town, but he didn’t want to tell me the address, so maybe I can’t meet him?????? I was thinking while I was stepping on the bicycle, and saw someone flying towards me in front of me run quickly. "Ahhh!" "Hey, boy!" Isn't that Jim?With a wide grin on his dirty bearded face, he held out his right hand to me.I took his hand, in spite of my astonishment, that this crowd-hating man would be glad to see me again?????? "Jim! We're really seeing each other again!"

"Hahaha! I can't believe it. I rarely come to this place. I just came here today because of something!" The two of us yelled like children, and every passerby glanced at us with strange expressions.I was still excited and said without thinking: "Then I'll disturb you at your house!" Suddenly, his face darkened. what?????? I remembered that when I asked him where he lived, his reaction was exactly the same as now. "Well, if you want to come??????" Jim said listlessly, I really don't understand what that means, is there something bad going on?

However, until now, I can't ask him clearly or simply refuse to go.Jim got on his bike parked on the side of the road He said: "Go this way" and rode out. I chased after his back, and I couldn't let go. We crossed town and onto mountain trails.I started to feel uneasy, where the hell is he trying to take me?Good luck Finally, Mu picked up his bicycle and entered a dense forest on the side of the road. After walking forward for a while, an old tent appeared. "Jim!" "Hahaha! This is my home." "Didn't you say you lived in an apartment when I met you in California?"

"I haven't told anyone else about this. Apart from myself, only two people in the town know that I live here." Even more surprising is that he has lived here for ten years.No wonder he didn't tell others his address, he didn't have a house number at all! Even so, open-air living seems to be quite fulfilling.Surrounded by a rug he made of tree bark, and a low table, chairs, and fireplace made of stone blocks, without the tent, it would be like living in the Stone Age. This guy is really funny, almost like Huck in Tom's Adventures. I also set up a tent not far away, trying to experience his wonderful life in a short time.

During the day, we walked in the mountains, and on the rocks with excellent views, the two of us were immersed in meditation side by side.The terrain near Sedona is very special. In the olive forest, there are strangely shaped, slender, sharp red rocks everywhere, like a swirling towering and turbulent cumulonimbus cloud.Appreciating such a spectacle, with the breeze blowing comfortably, I spent several hours in a daze. In the evening, the two cook together, eat dinner, and talk late into the night drinking Jim's coffee by the fire.His eyes were bright like a boy's, and he told me how to deduce the type of animal from the footprints and feces, and the fun in it, and he told me the strange story of Indian circumcision with a lecherous face. I listened to it and always laughed. group.

Rather than saying that Jim lived this fairy-like life in order to pursue a higher spiritual level, it is better to say that he simply loves nature and simply chooses to wander in nature.It made me feel good about him.The laughter of the two and the chirping of wood burning in the fire seeped into the night sky, slowly engraved into the track of time. The life here seems to have gradually liberated me from all kinds of shackles criss-crossing like vines in the depths of my consciousness. Every day, I have nothing to ask for but the pure pleasure of "just being alive". However, if this kind of life continues, there must be other constraints to entangle me?????? Now I think so.You will definitely start to be dissatisfied with the silence, and eager to pursue the excitement and dynamism of the blood.Maybe, being young at this time is a kind of defect, I still can't settle down, even if the journey is over??????

Four days later, I was on my own journey again. When I left, I handed Jim a note with my home address on it.Although I understand that it is unlikely that he will write to me, I still hope that some kind of connection between the two can be maintained.Unexpectedly, Jim accepted it happily, and said something that surprised me: "I'll write to you too." "How do you write to me?" On the note he gave me, it said a post office box. "Ah, so that's the case." I suddenly understood that even Jim couldn't completely cut off the connection with the world!For some reason this cheers me up.

The two of us held each other's hands tightly as we did when we met again, and said goodbye with a grin. While riding my bike, I began to think about what to write to this fairy in the forest.