Short Stories: Love

Earth, Sea and Sky

The thrill of the hunt is what I live for. The way the wind rushes past me as the world blurred with the only thing in focus being my prey fills me with pure glee. The feeling of the earth underneath me as my heart thrummed in my chest and the blaze of emotions when I do catch my prey is the best feeling a person could ever think of. This victory fills my blood and with this rush I can't help but feel as if the world turned grey after the hunt.

I love running around, my bow aimed and the arrow flying as it hits targets in the center, all the while rushing through with speed that is unmatched. It gives me a sense of control and strength at the tips of my fingers. I know I'm not alone when I say that the hunt is where I thrive. Being active underneath the sun or tracking prints in the rain makes me feel useful. It gives me a sense of fulfilment that I otherwise desired when I'm not doing something I find worthwhile.

Those I care about don't understand what it feels to be free, close to nature and in the wild. I can feel the rumble underneath and know that there are creatures and an entire world underneath my feet as well as over my head, flying right past me. All I could think about is the rush, the flow and the way my heart sings like never before.

They don't understand me when I tell them of the thrill of knowing you are with nature and flowing with it instead of against it. I don't get how they could stand by and allow themselves to be sucked into a world where it seems to dull and grey when there's an entire world close by that is made of greens and blues and bright flowers that smell like home.

Then I met her, she who carried the scent of the sea wherever she went with a sea shell necklace that is so simple with its own charm. I spoke with her about why she smelled like the ocean and I knew she understood how I felt in the home of the trees. She spoke of the feeling of the waves and the gentle push and pull that makes her feel at home. We spoke about how the wild felt more like home than houses have ever felt like before. She smiled whenever she talked about the feeling of being wrapped around in the ocean, as if it was a mother who cradled her.

I laughed as I shared my love for the forest, the way the mountain breeze that played with my hair sounded like the whispering of a worrisome mother who tried to tame my hair. I spoke of the way I loved the feeling of the earth beneath me and the thrill of running with the wind.

Together, we travelled, to her home we call the sea and laughed as we were both pushed together by the tides. There I learnt how the sea felt like the warm embrace that I craved so deeply and she taught me how each shell has a song to tell. We found the fishes swimming around us, as if claiming her to be the daughter of the sea.

We travelled to the forest that I hold deeply to my heart and there the winds blew like a blessing upon us. I taught her about fruits, nuts and berries and how to run with the wild. She loved the way she danced through the forest like it was her home and I laughed when she tripped over a playful root. There, the birds sang and the sky stayed clear as if claiming me as the son of the forest.

We learnt about each other's darkness, how much like the ocean her emotions are a wealth and deep, her rage like a stormy sea and her smiles like the lapping of the waves. We learnt of how my rage is unrelenting, like a hurricane and my will as stubborn as a tree. We learnt about how to dance like the wind and how to flow like the waters in the sea. Life has never been vibrant as it is and suddenly, I can see a home made of wood and near the crashing of the waves.

I held her by the hand and in my home, where the sun shined like a beaming father. I went on one knee and proclaimed my love for all to hear. The birds sang and the life of the forest seemed to hum with approval. The smile on her face was like the one time we caught prey together. Her laughter and tears combined as she kissed me with all the force of a tsunami.

And our marriage was by the sandy shores of the sea, clear waters and fishes swimming. It only felt right after all, to wed by her home after proposing in mine. The sky is clear and the ocean blue as the scent of salt and the lapping waves announced our love to be forever.

We are equals. Earth and sea, fire and water, and the home by the sea, made of wood and home to us, close by to the world of greys. It is peace, for we have both learned how to live with the greys like natures lives with humans. We flowed like water and whispered like the wind and soon we had a child that felt a calling to the sky, wingless and yearning to touch the clouds.

Together, we learned how to live together as earth, sea and sky and together, we thrived. The world isn't grey anymore but bright and light with laughter everywhere we go, for the only time we are not at home with the world is when we are forced to be dull and grey without the vibrant hum of the nature that surrounds us.

In the sea, they felt at peace, in the forest at home, and in the sky, they felt the future.