I walk amongst the coarse earth of which my soles explore. Bare, ivory; dancing o'er fields of sage blades. Brushed with rose and coral from the rising celestial body of which i've come to adore. A blazing orb of marigold seizes the sky in dozens of strange colors. No, not strange, distant. Distant yet astonishing pools of warm kisses. Too beautiful to name, but those of which has resided with us since our earliest memories.
I travel over the empty fields, each step engraved in me, but always different. The coffee trail, naked of vegetation. Ash stones and juniper bushes adorn the sides. The sweet song of a humming bird welcomes the break of dawn. Basking in Apollo's glory with its aegean feathers. It's purpose to welcome the morning sun. Other animals run afoot, such as I. But they run aimless, I run with a purpose. A purpose to watch the sun's first glows surpass the mountain peaks.
The end of the forest opens onto a mountain cliff. The aster hues blend effortlessly with the rest of the sky. A sky that, without thinking, widens any onlookers eyes. No matter how many times you've seen it. I lay on top the grass, waiting. Watching the morning awake from it's slumber just as the rest of the animals have. Honey, tangerine, and gold bask the heavens around the sun himself.
A mesmerizing film and that seems to surreal to be put into words. I stare longingly into the vast color dance before me. The chirping of the awakening blue birds create a humming. The cold grass braces my skin ever so gently. I am in bliss. The scent of mother earth chilling me to my core.
"Seraphina!" A familiar voice echoed through the emptiness. "Seraphina!" It called again.
Quiet footsteps pushed the sweet, damp grass aside. A voice sweeter than sugar hummed with the birds. "You didn't wait for me," said she, disappointed.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to miss it." I admit bashfully, my head lowered in embarrassment.
Her warm body huddled against mine. Soft auburn hair grazing my shoulder with her head on my chest. My heartbeat unbidden from her careful ears, hearing every time it skips a beat for her. Without thinking, my arm wraps around her delicate shoulders, pushing the hair behind her flushed ears.
A tiny hand points up to a cotton cloud in the vast sky, one of very few this morning.
"Look! It looks like a rabbit!" The glee in her voice radiating with childlike innocence.
I moved her hand over and pointed to one just above the faraway mountain top.
"What does that one look like?" in awe of the imaginative answer i'd receive.
She pondered, looking thoroughly at the shapeless ball of fluff. Wishing to make some sort of meaning out of the nothingness that was there, or not.
"I see a bear," she said slowly as if she wasn't sure, "What do you see?"
I hesitated, took a breath, and simply responded, "It's more of a feeling than an image."
The younger one raised her head and looked quizzingly at the older, "A feeling of what?"
"Serenity."
