Waldeinsamkeit
I first notice the sting of the crisp air as I filled my lungs with a breath. The wind was brushing my hair across my face; slightly blurring my vision. I walked along the grass path towards my horse, Ruby. His mane was knotted and had grown in length. His eyes were full of mystery and deep colors. The air smelled of rain. I slowly decreased the gap between us. I took leisurely steps towards him as my boots moved across the grass. His coat was thick and covered in mud, yet soft. Steadily, I brushed my hand along his neck and grabbed his mane making his ears spring upright. I quickly jumped onto his back. I felt his lungs contracting and heard his breath stiffen. Yip, I exhaled. He took quick moving steps around …show more content…
Earlier that day we teased our siblings until, ultimately, they became agitated enough to chase us. I remember running towards the woods and letting my curled hair snarl, feeling restless and free. We fled until we eventually found one of our “hiding spots.” We created copious forts and areas that each comprised of individual code names. The woods were our secret world that we believed to be hidden from everyone else. The two of us would sit in tress or behind bushes and talk until we concluded that our siblings gave up on trying to find us. These woods forever embellished my …show more content…
The two of us had climbed to the top one day and decided that this would be the perfect spot for a tree house. I remember each time I climbed down the tree and I would scrape my knees on the bark. The two of us collected sticks and put together a perfunctory roof. We hid a stash of soda pop, candy, and goldfish in a few cupboards made of buckets that we had stumbled upon in the barn. Our fortress wasn’t the most grand but it was a utopia for our young, imaginative hearts.
Ruby and I had made a full loop of the woods and we were back at the pasture. I pulled on his mane to bring him to a halt. I sat there, mesmerized by the landscape surrounding me. It was the first time being back there in three years.
I had forgotten the complexity of a wood and a grassy field. Childhood was something so far fetched from my thoughts that I didn’t even remember it existed. My current focuses were all on the present and future, completely disregarding the past. The woods were a place of excitement and reckless joy, but now they are regarded as a quondam memorandum. A simple venue is a reminder that life can be as effortless as a walk through the
I first notice the sting of the crisp air as I filled my lungs with a breath. The wind was brushing my hair across my face; slightly blurring my vision. I walked along the grass path towards my horse, Ruby. His mane was knotted and had grown in length. His eyes were full of mystery and deep colors. The air smelled of rain. I slowly decreased the gap between us. I took leisurely steps towards him as my boots moved across the grass. His coat was thick and covered in mud, yet soft. Steadily, I brushed my hand along his neck and grabbed his mane making his ears spring upright. I quickly jumped onto his back. I felt his lungs contracting and heard his breath stiffen. Yip, I exhaled. He took quick moving steps around …show more content…
Earlier that day we teased our siblings until, ultimately, they became agitated enough to chase us. I remember running towards the woods and letting my curled hair snarl, feeling restless and free. We fled until we eventually found one of our “hiding spots.” We created copious forts and areas that each comprised of individual code names. The woods were our secret world that we believed to be hidden from everyone else. The two of us would sit in tress or behind bushes and talk until we concluded that our siblings gave up on trying to find us. These woods forever embellished my …show more content…
The two of us had climbed to the top one day and decided that this would be the perfect spot for a tree house. I remember each time I climbed down the tree and I would scrape my knees on the bark. The two of us collected sticks and put together a perfunctory roof. We hid a stash of soda pop, candy, and goldfish in a few cupboards made of buckets that we had stumbled upon in the barn. Our fortress wasn’t the most grand but it was a utopia for our young, imaginative hearts.
Ruby and I had made a full loop of the woods and we were back at the pasture. I pulled on his mane to bring him to a halt. I sat there, mesmerized by the landscape surrounding me. It was the first time being back there in three years.
I had forgotten the complexity of a wood and a grassy field. Childhood was something so far fetched from my thoughts that I didn’t even remember it existed. My current focuses were all on the present and future, completely disregarding the past. The woods were a place of excitement and reckless joy, but now they are regarded as a quondam memorandum. A simple venue is a reminder that life can be as effortless as a walk through the