Sunlight. I'd argue if there were anything better in this world. Rays of orange, and white light illuminated grass, flowers, bees, and trees. Bestowing the garden I was slowly strolling through in a golden ambience. The August warmth hung lazily in the air. The garden radiated so many colours and details that one could easily drown in its mesmerizing beauty. Red roses swaying in the wind, bees humming their work song, sunflowers greeting their namesake, and birds whistling in the wind. So frail. I lifted my hands to that wind, feeling it flow across my arms, to my fingertips. A rustle through the trees greeted me. The warm wind blew my hair around as if it was inviting me. 'Come play,' it seemed to say. 'Come run with me,'. I breathed in deeply, soaking in the wind, sun, and air.
A feeling of Ambedo came over me.
'A kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela,' according to The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows written by John Koenig.
But my vuvuzela appeared in the form of a dapple-grey mare, thumping against the wood of her stall. Breaking my entranced state. When I pointed my attention to her, I was greeted by whinnying horses. "So," I looked around. "Who wants to go for a run?" I looked at her and smiled.
Not 10 minutes later I rode down a dirt road toward a forest nearby. Leaving the house and garden in its awakening hour. The early morning was noticeable by its quiet and still nature. The wind was the only sound accompanying us. The mare's name was Elvira, whom I often rode bareback. She was a formal racing horse whose character was too sweet and kind for the track. But the spirit never left her. When encouraged enough, she would never stop running. She was excited, knowing that when we got to the other side of the forest we would arrive at outstretched grass plains. When arriving at the edge of the forest, she started prancing and tugging on the reins. 'Let me go,' she seemed to say. 'I want to run!' she kept pushing. And I smiled.
That meant time for music. Music made the world whole, made me whole. I loved the sounds of nature, its winds, birds, and trees. But music, the art in it, the highs and lows, the melodies and emotions. That could electrify, soothe and energize. That could make you feel alive. So, Mr. Blue Sky, Electric Light Orchestra it is. The song started and I hummed along. Once on the plains, the dapple-grey mare was unsuccessfully waiting for the let-go. So I did. And that feeling, the feeling of complete and utter freedom, there was nothing like it. The wind was blowing through my hair whilst Elvira raced towards the other side. It spoke to us in eagerness, 'Faster!' it seemed to nudge us, I howled back at it. Putting my hands up to feel it roar through my fingers and sing my name. The grass blurred under our feet. The sun was beaming as if content with our appreciation, of this beautiful world.
After a while, I saw a jeep coming up on a dirt road. I had slowed Elvira to a calm pace to see who in their right mind was driving around at such an early time. Grinning at myself because I also was an idiot riding around at the same ridiculously early time. A better look at the jeep made me recognize classmates from school. Curious. Why so early? When the jeep came closer I concluded that they had just come back from a holiday. I smiled. The last day of the big summer holiday today, time flies by. The travellers noticed me and stopped the car. A dark-haired boy leaned out the window. "Hey, Alexis! Good to see you, how're you doing?" His name was Alex, a boy whom I had a little crush on. Over the summer I found it to be... Mutual. Elvira pranced around. "Good! How was your trip?" I smiled back at him. "Can't really remember, too hungover!" He yelled back. I laughed and shook my head. The mare was now shaking her head up and down. "Steady girl, we're going," I assured her. "Well, see you tomorrow," and with that, greeted them goodbye. "Hey Alexis, when will you ride me like that?" another boy shouted. I rolled my eyes at the comment. Save me from the dirty minds of teenage boys. "Can that piece of meat stand still?" the driver shouted and laughed again. I narrowed my eyes. "Excuse you? This 'piece of meat' is thrice the price someone'd ever pay for you," I spat back at him. The boys 'Ooohed' and laughed. I smiled to myself as I crossed the road in front of the jeep. Once on the other side a looked at the driver and winked. "Kiss my ass loverboys," and the little mare boosted off into the distance, leaving the jeep and yelping boys behind. I laughed loudly and I thought to myself that I never had such a marvellous Sunday morning. After a while, the jeep caught up to us and I quickly waved them goodbye. They took a turn while we kept galloping across the beautiful outstretched grasslands, again dancing with the wind.
Ello! Welcome, or welcome back! As some might know, I have already written this book in Dutch. I thought I would give it a shot in English, and at the same time rewrite and better, the story about Alexis!
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When Kidnappers Kidnap The Wrong Girl (English)
Action"Oh honey," he said, locking the door. "If you think this is going to have a happy ending, you haven't been paying attention." Alexis King is a 17- year-old teenager with a strong character. You could say that she has it all, a lovely family, great...
