It’s dark, really dark, a multitude of aromas ever so faint play hide and seek with the senses. As the slow methodical, mechanical descent begins there seems a slight complaint as if cooperating with gravity is unnatural. Even at this early stage saliva begins to accompany the corresponding descent, hopeful expectation delivering itself. Just as the downward motion ceases, an eerie hum begins to build along with a definite increase in temperature.
The possibility of moisture begins to fade as the heat, building, begins to be unbearable. The odors once faint, now increase dramatically, a whisper of smoke passes by, curling up and through the structure looking for an escape. The brightness now is in direct opposition of the earlier darkness, as if somehow making a declaration of victory, meanwhile the climate has become as arid as the Sahara Desert and what was once soft and pliable is becoming darker and unforgiving.
Patience, once in ample supply now hovers at the breaking point, several times I have contemplated pulling the trigger, but a premature move on my part will only cause an unnecessary delay. The prisoners may be as eager as I, but timing is everything in this venture. Everything stands in the ready for their arrival, then, suddenly, the silent signal is given. Those trapped in a private hell move in rapid acceleration, my fingers poised on the trigger flinch back sharply caught by expected surprise. As freedom finds them, so too, am I at peace.
Now let’s see…I think I will have grape jelly on one and strawberry on the other.