The Id

I called it the Id for lack of a better description. It came at night in the midst of a storm that threw itself upon the mountain and tossed it's rain sideways down through the gorge. Being the only house for miles I had known silence, or at least I thought I had. Life breathes everywhere, and creates noise you never knew existed. When morning came the first thing I noticed was the lack of that noise. The spinning turbines on top of the mountain had stopped, stone cold dead, which was an event in itself. The massive blades  were still, and all twenty of my charges stood frozen and lifeless, an event that had not occurred once in my eleven years here. The silence was heavy, like a shroud that covered the world. I heard not a bird or a rustle of leaves. As the door closed behind me a resounding "crash" came and echoed through the silence. I made my way up the steep slope where the wind garden grew, surrounded by a six foot wire fence with warning signs hanging on every panel. Key in hand I reached for the lock and it was then that I first spotted the Id. I thought it was my eyes playing games and I turned away, and quickly looked back again. My heart began racing as I realized I was not mistaken. A nearly translucent form circled beneath the base of the first turbine. It swirled in liquid motion, twisting and turning, slowly and quickly, in chaotic dance. Not quite a solid form, but a form just the same, with short arms and long legs, bluish in color. A perfectly round head popped up and turned toward me and I saw eyes that resembled my own but the lack of any other features astounded me. Eyes to see yet no ears, mouth, or nose, and those eyes had spotted me and locked onto mine. I turned and raced back down the path, falling and stumbling and never looking back.

I stoked the fire in the hearth and paced and shook, completely mad or heading there, and as I paced I recited my name, the date, the alphabet, and finally, the lords prayer. When I was calmed enough to sit I held my tea but my nerves betrayed me and my trembling hands shook the hot liquid right onto my legs. I jumped up and the cup flew across the room and shattered on the ceramic tile. I rose again and there it was, on the floor in front of my fire, half standing, half sitting and reaching into the fireplace with a four-fingered hand, poking it in and out of the burning flame. It's back was to me and as I screamed it appeared not to hear me. I crouched behind my rocker and watched the thing play in the fire until finally it turned and spotted me. I was frozen in place, unable to move or breathe as the thing came toward me and reached out it's hand. The blue fingers enveloped mine and at once I felt giddy. My fear was suddenly gone the moment our hands made contact. Intoxicating energy and wonder charged through me as the Id swirled about my feet, dancing around me in bewildering joy. I observed it for hours, examining my house and all it's contents, pulling open drawers and playfully tossing clothing into the air, opening and closing doors, spinning my wind chimes around and around and gazing in sheer wonder at the faucet as water spilled forth. We danced and rolled and twirled in profound abandon and I found myself more alive than I had ever been. I felt the blood surging through my veins and the breath coursing through my lungs and my ears rang with my own laughter. It disappeared in an instant, without warning, suddenly it was gone. I darted outside but the Id left no trace, and I felt my happiness disappearing with it. The Id never returned but left me a gift of bouts of glee and delight. Often I feel myself longing for it, and find myself dancing around the house, spinning my chimes and rolling on the floor in the most absurd hysterical fits of exultation.