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Nature surrounded me from all sides. From the twigs tangled in my hair to the bird on the opposite side of my cameras lens.
Other than the melody of the birds and the wind whistling through the trees, I was cocooned in silence. The smell of fresh, wet earth a bubble of comfort.
Here, this deep in the woods it was just me, my camera and nature. No noisy city sounds. No pollution. No disturbances to distract me from my photography or to chase my muse away. Only peace and quiet remained. Fresh, clean air - even if the wind was slightly chilly after that shower a few moments ago.
The shutter of my camera clicked with barely a noise. Snapping a picture of the yellow and red bird who stood proud. Unaware of me taking its picture from the opposite tree.
A smile tugged my lip upwards, my finger poised to click another shot.
So focused I was on seeing through my camera that my surroundings were a blur. Hence why the snap of a twig startled me.
This would have been fine if I hadn't been hasty in straightening up, resulting in me losing my balance. My body shifted too much to the right of the branch I'd settled myself on and gravity was instant in pulling me down.
I just had enough time to spot a blue - almost turquoise - blur behind a tree before I crashed through branches, leaves and twigs. My breath was knocked clean off me upon contact on the ground and I stayed still. Too dazed to move. Or to tell up from down.
Shock numbed the pain running up my leg, or I'd have been screaming at that point.
A groan passed my lips, blocking the sound of leaves being stepped on, and the hurried sound of footsteps.
A blue blur appeared in my line of vision. I could tell it was a man even through my blurry vision. The figure was tall, with broad shoulders and a lithe figure.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright?"
A deep voice, smooth as silk questioned. An underlying hint of panic in his tone. Covered by the concern overpowering the panic.
I shook my head, which caused me to groan again. Rubbing my eyes, I tried making out who stood over me.
My vision cleared alright.
And I saw an angel standing over me. Sculptured to perfection and so breathtaking that I stopped breathing.
It was his hair I had seen right before falling.
A mop of blue, the color of the ocean. It was clearly dyed, but a pleasant color to look and complementing the rest of him. Especially his sun-kissed skin, that was the like of a porcelain dolls. Polished and too perfect to appear human. He had downturned eyes, asian like almost everyone from town. The light reflected behind him, lighting his hair like a halo and covering the color of his eyes. His thin lips, baby pink in color, moved as he said something that fell deaf in my ears.
