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<br>Date: Winter 4th, 10
<br><br>Seamus sighed as he trudged his way through the freshly fallen snow that covered the park. A large duffle bag, which seemed kind of childlike in comparison to the large man carrying it, was slung over his shoulders. In it were the last of his possessions that he had carried with him from his old life. There were a few more things, some locked away in storage, some that were being shipped to him but for the most part here he was with the majority of the things that his lifeís work had given him right here in his hands.
Both he and Alison had been making trips back and forth between the docks and the farm transporting the things he had brought with him from his old home. It had been slow work and the weather hadnít helped but on the bright side at least it had stopped snowing. Now with only one more load to go he had sent Alison on back to the farm to get a few things ready for him with the promise that he would be along shortly.
She was worried about him he knew. The death of their mother had it them both hard it was true but Seamus doubly so because the two were so close. Alison would be alright, she always was but so many changes so soon for the large Scottish man were starting to take their toll. Not that he would tell anyone of course. His strength was his shield and Seamus Summers carried his burdens alone. Unfortunately this didnít make them any easier to bear.
Thinking about it now brought all the memories back and suddenly the weight of the past two weeks was on him. Seamus realized that he had been going pretty much nonstop for the past few days. He was physically tired but more than that he was mentally tired too. He needed some time to think. He needed a place to calm his mind and if he didnít take a break soon it would be his body that would be doing the breaking. He was going to crash and hard.
The Scotsman was a stubborn man and normally not one to show signs of weakness but for once he let stubbornness slip away as he veered off course towards a bench that he had seen in the distance. He just needed a minute, just one minute of quiet peace where he could close his eyes and rest his mind. The cold wasnít that bad. He had seen some cold winters that had come early and left late and this was certainly not the coldest, not even one of the coldest. He could just sit and rest and then he would be ready to go.
Using his free arm Seamus cleared the bench of snow in one easy motion. Letting his duffle bag slip from his shoulders it crashed to the ground with a loud thud. The large man hardly even notice and plopped down onto the bench like a sack of potatoes. Not expecting the sudden change in weight the bench squeaked and shuttered under the pressure but by that time Seamus hardly even knew what was going on around him.
Leaning back and inclining his head to the stormy, bluish-gray winter sky that threatened more snow Seamus closed his eyes and slipped off into a shallow, dreamless sleep. It was nice here, peaceful. It wasnít that cold, he could take it. He would just sit here and rest, just for a minute and then he would go. Where? He didnít really remember. All that mattered right now was sleep so thatís exactly what he did as the sky opened up and a light snow began to fall again.