And someday there will be nothing left of everything that has twisted my life and grieved it and filled me so often with such anguish. -Herman Hesse
The morning was hot and still. The air hung heavy over the island, and the sea beyond the trees looked flat and white under the sun. David and Renate worked in silence, cutting down small trees with the axe and clearing brush with the machete. The sound of the blades was sharp and steady, echoing through the grove.
Renate wiped sweat from her face. “It’s going to be a long day,” she said.
David nodded. “We’ll get the clearing done.”
The trees fell with a lot of effort. The wood was dense and hard. They dragged the trunks to the edge of the clearing and stacked them for later. They paused for a moment to wipe the sweat from their eyes, inhaling the scent of aromatic wood resin and crushed leaves. The sun climbed higher, burning through the canopy.
Renate stopped and looked toward the hills. “We should rest,” she said.
David leaned on the axe handle. “Stream’s not far.”
They walked through the trees until they heard the water. It ran clear and cold over smooth stones, winding through the shade. Renate knelt and dipped her hands in. “It’s perfect,” she said.
David crouched beside her. “Let’s get in.”
David took off his shirt and shoes. Renate removed her sweat-soaked boots and socks, and they stepped into the stream. The water was cold enough to make them gasp. They sat in the shallows, the current moving around their legs. Little minnows investigated their feet, and Renate let out a squeal, making David laugh. The heat left their bodies slowly, replaced by a clean, quiet calm.
Renate leaned back on her hands. “We could live here,” she said.
David looked at her. “You mean it?”
She nodded. “We have water. Wood. The sea for fish. If we catch a few goats we’ll have milk and cheese. A garden. We could make it work.”
He watched the sunlight flicker on the water. “It wouldn’t be easy.”
“Nothing worth doing ever is.”
He smiled faintly. “You sound like my father.”
She laughed. “Maybe your father was right.”
They sat in silence for a while. The forest hummed around them—birds calling, insects buzzing, the steady whisper of the stream. Renate reached for his hand under the water.
“I don’t want to go back,” she said.
David looked at her hand in his. “Then we won’t.”
She turned her head toward him. “You mean that?”
He nodded. “We’ll stay until we can’t.”
The sun shifted, and the light through the trees turned gold. They climbed out of the stream and dried in the warm air. The world felt new again, fresh and simple.
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By evening, they were back aboard the sailboat. The harbor was quiet, the cliffs dark against the fading sky. David cooked rice and tinned fish on the small stove. Renate sliced fruit and poured water into tin cups.
They ate in silence, listening to the soft slap of waves against the hull. The air smelled of salt, oiled wood of the cabin, damp cloth, and the remains of dinner.
Renate said, “Tomorrow we start the frame.”
David nodded. “We’ll need rope for the beams.”
“I’ll weave some from the palm trunks.”
He smiled. “You think of everything.”
She shrugged. “I’ve had practice.”
They finished eating and cleaned the dishes in the small sink. The cabin was warm and dim, lit by the lantern hanging from the beam. Outside, the stars were sharp and bright.
Renate lay down on the bunk. “Come here,” she said.
David stretched out beside her. The boat rocked gently under them. He could hear the sea moving against the hull and the faint rustle of the forest beyond the cliffs.
Renate turned toward him. “Do you think we’ll really stay?”
He looked at her face in the lantern light. “I think we already have.”
She smiled and closed her eyes. “Good.”
He put his arm around her, feeling the slow rhythm of her breathing. The night was quiet except for the sea and the wind in the rigging. The world outside was wide and empty, but inside the cabin it felt full of warmth, of peace, of something that might last.
They slept like that, together, while the boat rocked gently in the hidden harbor.
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