Casey

Casey McCabe was his own man. It showed in his serious glance and determined stride. He spoke few words. He was a man of resolve when faced with a challenge. He grew exceedingly tough from working long hours in the elements. Ruggedly handsome, his green eyes held secrets. He had a definite mystery about him mixed with the sadness that only comes from great disappointment. Casey never learned to take it easy, He worked hard and played hard his entire life. He was a fine builder which was his vocation. His avocation was firefighting. He was by all accounts skilled at both. Casey seldom spoke of his decades as a firefighter. Yet everyone knew he was passionate about it. Simply put, he felt his words would never do justice to what he experienced. How does one articulate such moments? How does one erase powerful images embedded in the hard drive of the soul?