Special

Oct 4, 2016
3 min read

It’s a cool, bright summer morning, if not like any other morning. But, from the moment my eyes blink open abruptly, I know it’s going to be different. I sit up slowly as not to disrupt the peacefulness lingering in the air. The sweet scent of fresh blossoms fill my nose up, I can almost feel the petals, wet with the early morning dew. I look out the glassless window and grin. The large willow trees droop low, lightly sweeping the long spring-green grass. Birds descend slowly from the sky, and land softly on the window sill, carefully closing their wings tightly around their bodies. One brave bird decides to fly in and land on the bed post, chirping a soft song that only birds would understand. I smile hop out of the open window. The wind whispers softly, passing through my thin night-gown, and touching my skin lightly with it’s cold fingers. I land softly on the long, wet grass. It tickles on my bare feet as I bound around. I spot the neighbors baby waddling in the tall grass. He wobbles around, plopping onto his bottom in no more that 5 steps. I chuckle, and he giggles with me, fast to clambering back up, and resume. He’s barely visible in the tall grass. The top of his head poking out of the grass like a mushroom. I stand and watch him as he moves along, further and further, sometimes disappearing when he falls. The wind makes my dress slap against my body, flapping wildly, my hair isn’t any better. I open my arms wide and tip my hair back, letting out a care-free laugh, followed by the giggle of Micah as he comes racing back. The willow trees bend with the wind, it’s “arms” stretching out. I bend with it, and Micah hugs my leg, bending over like me. We are one. The trees, the leaves, the wind, Micah and I. I swing Micah up, and run over to the towering willow tree. He giggles and I throw him into the air, catching him as he falls back down. I settle him down and he runs back to his parents small cottage. Sometimes it feels lonely to look at Micah race into his parents open arms. But, of course, I understand, I stand it. I look back at my little, rundown shack, no bigger than a big outhouse. I sigh and swing my arms up to hang onto a low branch of the willow tree. I clamber up in a few swift moves, and soon, I’m on the highest branch.

I peer through the leaves, and fill my nose with the fresh scent of nature. I am the tallest, the highest person. I am superior. I don't bother to look down, or then I know I would fall. I've never been so high before, never felt the pleasure to feel so strong, so powerful. I sigh with deep emotions and run a dry hand along the rough bark of the huge willow. Grabbing a strand of leaves, I decide better against swinging down like Tarzan. A wave of sadness washed over me, as memories of the past came back. Times when my sweet mother would hold me in her lap and sing songs of heroes. That was long, long ago...

I got down swiftly as I heard the breakfast horn. Breakfast was ready. Every day, I ate at Micah's place, since I couldn't make my own meals quite yet. My toes touched the grass, and I jumped down, into my mothers arms...