This is the story of a different time and place, and as all the stories I remember loving so much it begins like this:
Once upon a time in a land far away lived a tree. He was an old, tall tree who stood by the side of a small stream which came from the mountain in the east.
There are many tales I could tell about the tree, the life he had seen go by on the stream, the birds who nested in his branches, and the animals, children and lovers who sat and played at his feet, but the story I like the most isn’t actually about the tree, it’s about one of his leaves. Anyway, it goes like this. I’ll start from the beginning again.
Once upon a time in a land far away lived a leaf. He lived with all his brothers and sisters at the top of the tree, enjoying the day’s fresh sunshine and the stars at night.
He grew strong, green and healthy, always stretching out towards the sun he loved so much.
One day, a cool breeze swept down from the mountain. All the leaves began to change colour; their summer greens turning to autumn browns. One by one they fell from the tree.
The little leaf twisted and twirled and turned through the air.
What is happening? he thought. Where am I going?
All of a sudden, he felt the crystal cold water of the mountain stream, and floated gently away.
Timi grew up on an island. He enjoyed living on the island, exploring the woods, climbing trees and playing football with his friends.
As soon as he was old enough he left the island, crossed the stretch of sea, and travelled on the continent with just a small backpack, a sleeping bag and his guitar.
He travelled; hitch-hiking, sleeping in fields, in woods and on the beaches. Sometimes he stayed with friends he had met on the way.
Mostly he travelled alone, but sometimes with friends for a while.
He crossed different seas and oceans. The mountains and deserts, towns and villages he travelled through were his home. Timi slept under the stars on many different beaches and lots of other places. During the days and evenings he wrote songs and sang them, playing his guitar. He also wrote a little book called “Dew - The Story of the Little Leaf”.
After that he stayed in one place, learning and teaching the japanese art of ju-jutsu, and for many years lived in a cave (not a real cave but a cave anyhow). As often as he could, he would go travelling; not hitch-hiking but on his bicycle, or flying to tropical beaches where he could swim and snorkle on coral reefs by day, and sleep under the stars at night.
In his cave he recorded the songs he wrote when travelling - “Dewsongs”. He went back to school and learnt to be a sound engineer.
Nowadays he’s writing “Dandelion Book Two”, and plays in his band, also called “Dewsongs”.
Timi rides his bicycle, swims, and only eats plants.
As always he’s looking forward to new adventures and dreaming...
timi.dew (at) icloud.com
Timothy R. Jarvis