Topic: Birds of a Feather

Melena

Date: 2006-12-21 04:05 EST
..Flock together. Perhaps it was the verdant, lively, eyewatering, mouth-drying illusory affect that drilled its way into her sheltered heart! She couldn't tell, but she would bet had she the time and inclination, that it a mutual trapping, affinity for one another, her gawky green, it elegant viscuance; but sharing the weight of their hue. It welcomed her, branches enfolding her elbow propelled walk through the dense hillside to a clearing, where the rocky slopes ceased and cut through to expand into an overwhelming cyan blue sky. She gasped, and felt mute, docile and pathetic. All at once. She was not to deny either her ability to feel and be awed every now and again; a profound ripple to the ponds of her psyche. Here, here was like a home. Green, green, green! She was not out of line or a stranger. She shared symmetry.


Bent over as a crone, she hurried with sure feet down the crops, recalling her days as a youth careening along similar outposts and pretending this was her land, where she belonged, where she reigned and was one. Romantic lollygagging, but again she felt that way, and it did put pause in her thoughts, finding herself closed of eye now and again, to smell the wind and its passing notes. Yew, Birch, smells musky and sometimes a pestilent scent; odorous and unpleasant, but it was similar in a foreign place and she did smile now and again along her whimsicle way down....


Then the wind changed, and she was on its other side, aware of buildings, that buzz at the edge of...here, there..That rock! That tree! That new track through the trees. The smell of sound; high pitched and merry. She could almost taste the pancakes from here. Her stomach churned and her mouth watered, and she bent down to take a few breaths, regain her composure and lean forward into the brisk breeze and hurrry towards the populice, battered suitcase in hand, her Great Grandmothers, its brass notches and clamps polished to blind. Proudly she marched onwards, invigorated by opportunities caress of her mind. And food, due to an impoverished, travelers' diet of late...