Post by ladygoldberry on Dec 17, 2006 22:21:54 GMT -5
Fairy-Tale Hike
Like steam from a kettle my breath puffs into the air, I watch it swirl and fade away as my lungs are filled with icy air. The crisp winter sun shines down on my cold cheeks and sets aglow the twinkling emerald forest around me. As I hike up the trail my mind begins to wander.
Taking a right I turn off the trail to my favorite place to sit and think, the grassy meadow before me dips down into a slope to greet the frozen stream below, before rising again in a gradual manner and evening out for the woods beyond.
There I stand in awe at the glorious beauty before me. A small little meadow surrounded by a border of trees, their trunks stand tall and the evergreen branches spread wide to block the outside world from getting in. Then smack in the middle rests a lonely rock, large enough for a single seat and yearning for a companion. It sits there day after day, waiting for someone to come and rescue it from its seclusion. I guess we are the same that way, the boulder and I.
Seating myself on the cold smooth surface we sink together and understand each other. For the moment being we are each others company. Letting out a sigh I watch the white air swirl about my face before focusing on the lovely oak standing alone near the edge of the meadow. There it stands telling stories of old. Of farmers, families, and children climbing from its branches in recreation. I can almost hear the laughter, sweet giggling; a child's laugh is the most delightful sound that can fill the ears. Perhaps there was even someone like myself once upon a time, that came to visit this vast area of yellow and green shreds, and told the oak tails of his own life.
I wonder if this tree of wisdom had ever seen something out of the ordinary, or would it even seem odd to him? My mind slips into its escape, I say I sit here to think, but what do I think about? Surely not my own life, milling over events of my life cannot help my state of being, I want to be free and rid of my own troubles for a while. Looking out to the trees I see a fair woman in a lovely lavender gown peak around a large fir tree. Her dress flows down to her bare feet, her hair pulled loosely to the back of her head and hung down behind pointed ears as her amethyst eyes sparkle with anticipation.
Below me the frozen stream begins to flow; I observed small people, no larger that my own hand, skip in the stream. They had elegant wings shaped like a butterfly's yet a pure white that shown in a rainbow of colors when the sun beamed upon them in just the right spot. Each wore their own magnificent colors that stood out against their fare skin. Just as I began to grow mesmerized by the fairies skipping, and splashing water about, a new figure caught my attention.
I hadn't noticed him before. A ruff traveler clothed in brown leather. His dark bark colored boots covered his feet while a forest green cloak hung about his shoulders. First he walked casually, and then picked up his pace as he ran toward the elven woman behind the tree. His face turned from a harsh concentration to a light warm smile as the elven woman in purple stepped out from behind the tree and embraced her own personnel prince.
A high pitched nauseating beep echoed in my ears and the scene before me slipped away to the back of my mind, awaiting my next escape. With an exasperated sigh I press off the alarm on my watch and heave myself away from the boulder that had so graciously lent me a seat.
Once I reached the trail I turn and bid my meadow of escape one last farewell. "Until next time." I whisper, breaking the silence that had enveloped me so comfortingly and hiking back to the world of today.
Like steam from a kettle my breath puffs into the air, I watch it swirl and fade away as my lungs are filled with icy air. The crisp winter sun shines down on my cold cheeks and sets aglow the twinkling emerald forest around me. As I hike up the trail my mind begins to wander.
Taking a right I turn off the trail to my favorite place to sit and think, the grassy meadow before me dips down into a slope to greet the frozen stream below, before rising again in a gradual manner and evening out for the woods beyond.
There I stand in awe at the glorious beauty before me. A small little meadow surrounded by a border of trees, their trunks stand tall and the evergreen branches spread wide to block the outside world from getting in. Then smack in the middle rests a lonely rock, large enough for a single seat and yearning for a companion. It sits there day after day, waiting for someone to come and rescue it from its seclusion. I guess we are the same that way, the boulder and I.
Seating myself on the cold smooth surface we sink together and understand each other. For the moment being we are each others company. Letting out a sigh I watch the white air swirl about my face before focusing on the lovely oak standing alone near the edge of the meadow. There it stands telling stories of old. Of farmers, families, and children climbing from its branches in recreation. I can almost hear the laughter, sweet giggling; a child's laugh is the most delightful sound that can fill the ears. Perhaps there was even someone like myself once upon a time, that came to visit this vast area of yellow and green shreds, and told the oak tails of his own life.
I wonder if this tree of wisdom had ever seen something out of the ordinary, or would it even seem odd to him? My mind slips into its escape, I say I sit here to think, but what do I think about? Surely not my own life, milling over events of my life cannot help my state of being, I want to be free and rid of my own troubles for a while. Looking out to the trees I see a fair woman in a lovely lavender gown peak around a large fir tree. Her dress flows down to her bare feet, her hair pulled loosely to the back of her head and hung down behind pointed ears as her amethyst eyes sparkle with anticipation.
Below me the frozen stream begins to flow; I observed small people, no larger that my own hand, skip in the stream. They had elegant wings shaped like a butterfly's yet a pure white that shown in a rainbow of colors when the sun beamed upon them in just the right spot. Each wore their own magnificent colors that stood out against their fare skin. Just as I began to grow mesmerized by the fairies skipping, and splashing water about, a new figure caught my attention.
I hadn't noticed him before. A ruff traveler clothed in brown leather. His dark bark colored boots covered his feet while a forest green cloak hung about his shoulders. First he walked casually, and then picked up his pace as he ran toward the elven woman behind the tree. His face turned from a harsh concentration to a light warm smile as the elven woman in purple stepped out from behind the tree and embraced her own personnel prince.
A high pitched nauseating beep echoed in my ears and the scene before me slipped away to the back of my mind, awaiting my next escape. With an exasperated sigh I press off the alarm on my watch and heave myself away from the boulder that had so graciously lent me a seat.
Once I reached the trail I turn and bid my meadow of escape one last farewell. "Until next time." I whisper, breaking the silence that had enveloped me so comfortingly and hiking back to the world of today.