lovely hat ➼ snufkin

1

the beginning

It was one of those nights, where the moon glistened and the breeze caressed the trees. The night air tasted of strawberry kisses and the thick, heavy fog showed signs of a coming storm. The river waters mirrored your face as you looked down at the fishes, the stream giving them no choice but to keep going.

  You sighed, looking back up at the sky as the grey clouds slowly made their way over to the moon to embrace it in its bush of booming thunder.

   " Grey clouds also form the paradise. "

   Hurriedly, you splashed your face with water, breaking a mirror that will now curse your upcoming days with no mercy. The droplets ran down your face, not telling which came from the river and which started to descend from the sky.

   Grabbing your few belongings, you watched as your fire dimmed, and entered your tent. Zipping it shut, you inhaled deeply, running your wet hands through your somewhat unkept hair. It was fine, just well, a little greasy.

    Looking over at your bag, you smiled. Today you sold your hats expeditiously.

    Yes, you sold hats. A wandering traveller that sold the hats they have found, or made, in their travels, each one reminding you of your lonesome wanderlust. You made a living out of it, and you love doing it. The hats did seem ordinary, but they were all different in their own special way, thats why people bought them. It give a feeling of being there, Its like traveling but not leaving your home at all !

     Currently, you were on your way to moomin valley, the winter season would soon come to an end, and the spring would blossom in just a couple of more weeks. You were far, but you were determined to find a dashing flower crown.

    Outside, the thunder started to roar, and that was your call for you to rest. And thats exactly what you did.

    You tucked yourself in your sleeping back, placed your hat to the side, and slowly closed your eyes. Next thing you knew, you were snoring already.

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    The forest sang you a tune, the birds, the river water, the bushes and the trees; a melody that brought a smile to your face as you stretched your arms, a yawn escaping your chapped lips.

    " Morning already ? Did i not fall asleep jus a few minutes ago ? "

      Your voice sounded horrid, so you cleared your throat and clicked your tongue. Time to get up. So, you rolled up your sleeping bag and gathered your belongings and placed them inside your bag. Lastly, you placed your hat on your head. It was your favorite color, and it was the first hat you ever made. It had flowers and dried up leaves with strings of wheat, yet, it was aesthetically outstanding.

      Leaving your tent, immediately placing a hand over your eyes. Man, the sun was longing to melt your eyes off of your skull. The storm had successfully cleared.

     " good morning to you too. "

      And this was the start of your journey, collecting everything and marching off once more, munching on some berries you found nearby. And so, they would soon meet. Sooner than expected.