Heartless

10

Spring, another one of my favorite seasons. The flowers have bloomed to their brightest colors and the trees were no longer empty branches. The grass was bright velvet green and birds floated throughout the baby blue sky. I may be someone who seems to enjoy darker moods, but sometimes, days like these are just effortlessly beauteous.

Strolling around in the perfectly soaked and dried cement road led to nothing. The thick forest surrounded the way with shade and the small glimmer of sunlight passing through the filled branches. The fresh air smelt like perfect sunny air but with the right amount of wind; air that smelt like euphoric forest green, as if a color could have a smell. The sound of the birds filled the space between each large tree, as each chip harmoniously created a melodic tune.

As I continued to walk by the forest, admiring each bit, I noticed a small area that stood at the end of the forest. I had always thought that this forest was thick, covering acres of land, but this proved me wrong. My curiosity brought me to enter into the forest and follow the bright, contrasting colors coming from at least 200 meters away. As I got closer, I noticed the bright pops of colors emerging between the long thick weeds. The dirt was moist each step I took and yet, dried leaves crinkled up beneath me. The bark on the wood was covered with thin lines and every possible color in the brown spectrum.

After a short walk, I was only a meter away. And I just couldn't imagine my eyes. There was a field of blooming lavender and periwinkle flowers, the daintiest size. They sat perfectly between the thick green grass. There was a tree, standing in the middle of the field... alone. It was magnificent. The branches stood up and curved downwards, shading a grassless spot. Small white flowers filled each thick branch and some were only falling on the shaded spot.

This area looked awfully familiar. Like I've been here before. No, I would've remembered.

And that's when it occurred to me. This was the painting. The painting that sat at the end of the hall - the one with lavender and periwinkle flowers. This was it. I couldn't believe my eyes. I stood there, admiring the beauty I wished I could've seen before. But here I was, after all of these years.

I walked towards the tree, careful not to crush the flowers beneath me. The small petals grazed my leg, creating a tingling sensation. Looking over the horizon, the field seemed like it would last forever.

I stood underneath the shaded area, observing each line the tree made against the blue sky. It was magical, like a fairytale. I laid myself against the trunk, realizing this was where I was meant to be and it was perfect. I took a deep breath and let out a smile.