Wonderful! A look a Methos through the years. I wonder how the Highlander has lived? Methos is probbly still a mystery to him and other Immortals, even now. The ending was great. You could feel Methos's spirit, and it made me happy. Great work.

This story made me smile.

The perfect circle.
I love to read your stories. They fill one with such sense of hope.

Somehow I missed this one, and found it while browsing and realized I didn't remember what it was about.

It's a wonderful set of sketches. Not really a story at all, but a set of musings on the topic of what it must be like to be a god, especially a god living among humans. It reminds me of various bits by Roger Zelazny and Theodore Sturgeon. Really good stuff.

I have read several of your Methos stories now. You can hear the rog think. A gift. Or is it?

Joyous, brief and beautiful!

There were several sentences that I repeated out loud to myself, to fully enjoy them and evoke the scene. For example, "The rain fell and made the world seem new. It beat out a pattern that seemed to call Methos to dance."

Methos is utterly adaptable, and your story shows it well.

That's a cool quickening side effect.

Just lovely.

Wonderful litle story! I liked your vision of the future. And it's nice to have an optimisti view for a change.

This was strange. Nice imaginery. Loved the ten thousand trees and the ten thousand cups of water. Methos certainly had a long time to learn how to wait for better times. It was rather strange to see him so happy, though. So innocently happy, I mean. And yet there is this feeling of sadness and loss throughout the fic. As I said, strange.