Gabe crawled to the tree line and slumped back into the support of a broad, mossy trunk. He sighed deeply, and reached for the flask in his tweed jacket pocket. Adam sat on his heels, kneeling in the warm sand, while Gabe patted around his jacket, his pants, with growing panic. Then he realized the flask was gone and he slumped. When he raised his head and saw Adam following his realization, he sighed and smiled ruefully.
The sun was setting through the trees behind Gabe, projecting pastel and candy colors into the backlit clouds. Adam gestured for him to turn around, and he joined Liv in staring up at the fantastic celestial display. As the sun dropped, the clouds reshaped, expanding and contracting, twisting and pulling, a roil of evocative shapes and suggestive forms over the ocean, all bathed in colors so clear, specific and captivating that they invited Adam to name their names.
Plum, he thought, trying to capture the heady impressions from the shifting shades. Coral. Primrose. Pumpkin. Salmon. Cherry. Crimson. Fire. Bruise. The kaleidoscope of the sky kept evolving. It was visual music, a symphony of air and light. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” he breathed. Out of the trees stepped two strong Ecuadorian people, dressed for jungle battle, fully armed, and striding directly toward their crash site on the lakeshore.
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