A moment frozen in time..
A moment frozen in time.... Oh so many years ago. I remember it almost like it was yesterday. The main difference though, was the fact that I was a lot closer to the ground when standing at my full height. If I were standing next to me today, I'd be able to rest my head on my hip. (A ghastly visualization that!)
A tree, with fish swimming between its branches, cloaked in lush green, such as can only be seen through fresh young eyes. Nothing so brightly green has lain within reflecting range of the sun for the last decade or so. Not naturally so anyway. I remember the feel of dry red earth crumbling between the soles of my soft feet, and the soles of my slippers. The promise of fresh rain, having coaxed the tender shoots of grass out through the cracks in the fields, a vision of life enchanted....
One could hear the feathery snap of wings as a peacock took to rhythmic flight in the nearby grove. The sun reaching the highest point in the sky, before lethargically descending from its rise.... Shadows grew small and then long again. It was like Déjà vu, only not the same. Just a ripple of a flood on the verge of caressing the familiar past of the day before. Each day had an inescapable commonality stretched through them all. Peace....
As the sun moved toward the horizon, the sounds all around would change. The lumbering lethargy of the sharp-shadowed noon would give way to crystalline sounds, sharp and clear. Parakeets squawking as they foraged for berries, the bright red rings around their necks would forever be a reminder of the wrath that had beheaded them, and later come to repent. The scar of an ancestor, passed down through eternity....
The breeze, a gentle caress against a glowing face. Burning up from exertion, the muscles in the legs quivering from effort. A gleeful smile with all of the face, and not just the lips. Wispy clouds drift in idle serenity, their gentle motion snagging on the sun, a temporary blur....
The crickets would soon begin their chirping, as shadows darkened around the observer. The Moon, glistening like a good spirit come to life, bearing scars from a fractured past unknown.... Dripping with a sheen of glazed brilliance, it would be followed in flushes, by the timid twinkling of gentle stars. The temperature dropping the air into a cool caress against my skin. Little lights flashing back at the stars from the roots of the taller trees, the fireflies would always amaze me.
An early dinner would add to the warmth, the comfort of love provided. I would never want to go to bed, but once under the sheets, the rhythmic sounds of nature would beg sleep to drift in and take us. To fall asleep with a smile on the face is a joy I have'nt known in oh, so long, I'd virtually forgotten what it felt like. Waking up in the crisp, clean air.... Eyes groggy, but startlingly clear.. Oh, the utter beauty of it all. I wish I'd loved it as much then, and I miss it now.
What have we done to our planet? Find me another, and I'll show them how it's done. Just keep your ghastly inventions to yourselves.
Right now, I belong to another.
Kaydeeyoh!
A tree, with fish swimming between its branches, cloaked in lush green, such as can only be seen through fresh young eyes. Nothing so brightly green has lain within reflecting range of the sun for the last decade or so. Not naturally so anyway. I remember the feel of dry red earth crumbling between the soles of my soft feet, and the soles of my slippers. The promise of fresh rain, having coaxed the tender shoots of grass out through the cracks in the fields, a vision of life enchanted....
One could hear the feathery snap of wings as a peacock took to rhythmic flight in the nearby grove. The sun reaching the highest point in the sky, before lethargically descending from its rise.... Shadows grew small and then long again. It was like Déjà vu, only not the same. Just a ripple of a flood on the verge of caressing the familiar past of the day before. Each day had an inescapable commonality stretched through them all. Peace....
As the sun moved toward the horizon, the sounds all around would change. The lumbering lethargy of the sharp-shadowed noon would give way to crystalline sounds, sharp and clear. Parakeets squawking as they foraged for berries, the bright red rings around their necks would forever be a reminder of the wrath that had beheaded them, and later come to repent. The scar of an ancestor, passed down through eternity....
The breeze, a gentle caress against a glowing face. Burning up from exertion, the muscles in the legs quivering from effort. A gleeful smile with all of the face, and not just the lips. Wispy clouds drift in idle serenity, their gentle motion snagging on the sun, a temporary blur....
The crickets would soon begin their chirping, as shadows darkened around the observer. The Moon, glistening like a good spirit come to life, bearing scars from a fractured past unknown.... Dripping with a sheen of glazed brilliance, it would be followed in flushes, by the timid twinkling of gentle stars. The temperature dropping the air into a cool caress against my skin. Little lights flashing back at the stars from the roots of the taller trees, the fireflies would always amaze me.
An early dinner would add to the warmth, the comfort of love provided. I would never want to go to bed, but once under the sheets, the rhythmic sounds of nature would beg sleep to drift in and take us. To fall asleep with a smile on the face is a joy I have'nt known in oh, so long, I'd virtually forgotten what it felt like. Waking up in the crisp, clean air.... Eyes groggy, but startlingly clear.. Oh, the utter beauty of it all. I wish I'd loved it as much then, and I miss it now.
What have we done to our planet? Find me another, and I'll show them how it's done. Just keep your ghastly inventions to yourselves.
Right now, I belong to another.
Kaydeeyoh!