Wildflowers

Chapter 1- My Wildflower

Alexandra June 9th

The sun is going down, temperature has noticeably decreased, meaning the sky is starting to show its prettiest colours.

Light summer breeze pushes past me as I walk down the pathway by the Colewell beach, some people are still lingering by, having stayed to watch the sunset.
This beach has a place in my heart forever.

Growing up I often spent my time here in summer, even though I don't remember much, I have a few photographs of me here. It was so different here; everything was different back then. At that time with friends and family, now I'm walking here alone.

I sit down on one of the benches, even though someone is already sitting here, he can't be much older than me.

"You got a lighter?" I ask, I lost mine somewhere, mom probably took it.

He glances at me and reaches to his pocket to give it to me. Breathing in these toxic chemicals, I give him his lighter back.

"Thanks!" I thank him.

He nods and looks back ahead to this masterpiece the mother Earth gifts us after every day. Me sitting next to a stranger and wilfully talking to them is out of character for me. I'm not that type of person to go up to someone to converse with them.

That might be one time thing forever.

I have always loved nature and what It has to offer. A big amount of my childhood was spent on a countryside- out of the city, away from the crowds. I thought heaven can't help me now...

Always at my grandmothers' house, surrounded by forest, going to parks and beach, I liked that, but often yearned for city and people and something to distract me from the chaos that was my family.

I still do love the beauty of nature- the rain, the forest, the fresh air, rainstorms, clouds, ocean, the seas, sunsets and sunrises. And I love the Moon, she's always there, a constant.

The guy next to me stands up, I turn his way, he gives me a small nod and walks away. 

My phone lights up with a notification, I look at my phone.

Where are you? It's late, come home soon. It's from mom.

Sighing I stand up and start making my way home. I don't live around here, my family is spending the summer here, an hour away from our actual home, we're staying at my mothers' moms' house. I rarely stick around with my family, I haven't spent a summer with them for past few years.

Sometimes we used to go to my other grandmother's house, I hated it, I hated that I had nobody to hang out with there, plus we were only surrounded by forest, I didn't appreciate it back then, it just seemed so boring to me. It suffocated me, I didn't like to go there.

This house is haunted anyways, I hate the feeling I got there, I'm sensitive to that kind of stuff, the ghosts and spirits.

Now if i had a chance to go there, I would do it in a heartbeat. But she's gone now, my grandmother-my fathers' mom, I have no reason to ever show my face there again.

I never understood or related to the saying "You don't realise what you have, until you have lost it" or something along the lines.

I do now.

I was never close with my fathers' mom, she was much older than I then thought grannys were supposed to be, in a way, I avoided her, I do regret that now, but she loved me regardless, even if she didn't show it. Not really regret, I realise that I was young and stupid, I didn't think I would have this little time with her, I never thought about it. Always assumed that she would be around forever and I have time later, I don't.