That morning was a gorgeous one. Quiet, calm, peaceful, and overall just perfect. With the breaking of dawn, the world was bathed in a red, then orange, and then a spectacular yellow. It was like I was seeing it for the first time all over again.
Walking through the forest like I did before every sunrise, I was finally able to breathe and just take it all in. It was dark under the cover of the leaves, but I didn't need to see to know where I was going.
Pushing through the shrubbery, I could feel the ghostly brushes of the leaves on my legs; it wasn’t very dense but, nevertheless, they rustled slightly in my presence. Continuing my journey, and carefully stepping over the branches and stones that littered the ground, I made my way over to the brooke I had spent my childhood playing in. It bubbled cheerfully as if happy to see me again, tumbling over itself in excitement.
Bittersweet memories flooded back to me. All the laughter and joy that once was here made my current reality pale in comparison. My friends are long gone now. They’ve moved on. They’ve forgotten this place. But I will never forget. I used to come to play in these waters with Joshie, and Marieanna all the time, but Joshie is the only one who remembers anymore. He remembers the waters and the trees and the fun we used to have. It’s funny, even after everything that has changed with us, this place is still the same.
I sigh, and tears begin pricking the back of my eyes. I refuse to let them fall. I’ve cried too much already, and I really don’t have much time to waste if I wanted to be there before daybreak. So, shaking these sorrowful thoughts from my head I started on my way again, using several large rocks as stepping stones to cross the stream. I walk more briskly now, lengthening my strides as my surroundings grow ever lighter. I’m nearly there.
After a minute or two I can finally see it, and just in time too. Pushing through the last pieces of brush I was finally there, in the clearing. In my clearing. It was one of my favorite places and had been since I was young. Other than me, only one person has ever been here, but I don't like to think about that too much.
Pushing myself out of my depressive thoughts once more, it
As I lay in the dewy grass I can hear the birds beginning to rouse, twittering with glee as the golden slivers of sun bring them to the air once more. The crickets and frogs had long since resigned from their nightly serenade, leaving a gap in the constant ambiance of the outdoors that these feathered creatures were more than happy to fill.
This is very pretty though it seems unfinished. There is a sentence that seems to be missing the second half (first sentence, final paragraph.
ReplyDeleteAlso Editing-wise the word brook does not have an e at the end when referring to a body of moving water.
Though the writing style left me wanting to read more!