Flower in the window: A牛角面包's tale
As a child, French painter Seurat and writer Lefta’s works could not sell themselves out, so they resided alone in Paris’s suburbanoublié house. They worked tirelessly to pay the bills but left little room for happiness. Lefta’s story of “The Dilemma of the Scentless Bird” is told by his friend Camille du Breu around lunch time:
Lefta and Seurat had a long correspondence, yet their relationship remained thin as they never shared a pot of honey or watched each other play darts. It was too deep to balm without a touch of chinky, though the two men’s lives were intertwined.
Norman left for the mountains in his late 30s with a message from his friend: “You know what it takes to get lost in the world. To leave behind a soul and return unharmed.” The next morning, Normand was alone at the inn but found himself being picked up by a group of hikers on the mountain trail they were occupying. He was taken to a hidden forest where the towering willows whispered secrets of the earth beneath them:
“If you’d lost a soul in this process,” said Normand’s friend, “you should’ve had a place to call your home.” The group gathered around an old hearth and shared stories about their lives on the trail. Among them was Camille du Breu, who had been in the mountains for years before he heard of the group and wondered if they were a lost cause.
As day turned into night, Normand’s friend Camille began to wonder: “Why would he think you’d be so lucky?” He pulled out his phone and discovered a message from Normand that day, one more reason why leaving the woods was worth it. “Your soul would’ve been saved if only you had been here,” he wrote.
Back at the inn, Normand and Camille began their next adventure. The next morning, they found themselves on a mountain trail with a group of hikers. The men talked about the forest’s beauty, its secrets, and how it could be home for everyone who lived in the mountains that night.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Normand began to think: “This is different from what I did when I was in the mountains last summer.” He had caught a cold while hiking and had been sick all week. But instead of feeling worse, he felt so much better, like home. The next morning, they packed their supplies and set off on another hike. The trail was as beautiful as ever, but now it felt different. Normand felt a sense of security that he never could’ve imagined.
After a day of hiking, the group metNormand’s friend Camille again. “I think you’re starting to get the hang of this,” he said, looking around at them. “But one thing I want to make sure is: will your soul fly home just so you can go and stay?”
Camille nodded in agreement but thought a bit deeper. “Why would you think that?” he asked.
Normand’s friend Camille looked around the room, thinking about the men’s silence as they hiked through the forest. The men were quiet, watching each other from distance. But Normand and Camille could hear each other on their walk to the top of the mountain. They knew that this would be a journey that would last forever.
As the sun rose above the mountains,normand and camille stood at the edge of the trail, gazing down into the heart of the forest. They had made new friends, but they also felt something deeper: the way their souls were intertwined in that brief moment of peace. And so they continued to hike, knowing that the path ahead would not change any of their relationships or the fire they’d planted.
At night, Normand and Camille began a new adventure. The next morning, they found themselves on another trail near the forest. The men talked about how the mountains felt different now that they had been hikers before. “It’s still cold,” he said. “But it feels safer, because we know where our souls will be in this world.”
As the sun dipped lower,Normand and Camille gathered around a fire to toast their new journey. “I’m proud of you both,” Normand said, looking at his friend. “And I’m proud of the life these men live without the warmth of a home. It’s hard to imagine living anywhere else right now.”
As they hiked further into the mountains,Normand and Camille felt a deep sense of peace that they could never give up on. But there was still more to explore—more trails, more secrets about the forest below them. And as he looked out at the horizon, Normand couldn’t help but think: “What if it’s not us that fly home? What if only you and your soul find their way?”
As they hiked into the mountains,Normand and Camille continued to hike through the trees, feeling closer each time. They had met other men who also felt a sense of hope in the world around them, but this was different—a chance for forever.
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