Hiraeth

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A dream of another life...

Submitted: November 20, 2018

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It was just another one of those moments.

Golden shafts of glistening sunlight fell through the top branches of the tree above me. The smell of pine drifted past, mixed with the smell of honeysuckle from the bushes below, carrying with it whispers of wordless voices on the wings of the soft wind. Boughs beneath me swayed and creaked as the breeze hit my face. I breathed in deeply, the cool air in the sky as refreshing as a drink of pure water after weeks in the desert. A desert of the world.

I finally felt free, if only for a few shimmering moments. Free from the dark world, filled with fake light and fake dreams. Only after climbing up this pine tree and feeling the warm sun on my face and the wind in my ears did it really seem that I was unrestricted and released. It wasn’t an escape, no; it was something much more. It was almost as if I was catching a glimpse, through the waving branches of the White Pine tree, of the world where I longed to be. A world where this golden moment didn’t have an end in sight, a world where I didn’t have to worry whether I would fall or not, a world where my dreams were real, not fake, a world where I didn’t have the prospect of climbing back down, and a world where my longing didn’t expand with every glimpse.

I glanced at my watch, gazing at the seconds it stole away. I had to stop. I had a life below the trees. I couldn’t just let it disappear as I wasted away, longing for what I had never truly seen and people I had never known. It was time to leave. Time to return to my tiny boat rocking in the wild waves of the ocean of the world.

I stepped unsteadily down onto the branch below me. Already, the portal to the other world was closing. I knew as I climbed back down that I would come back again, soon. No one could see their unfulfilled dreams before them and not wish to come back for a second look. It was a curse of this shadowy world. Humans are always climbing higher than they should, to find their dreams. I slipped as my feet hit the pine-needle covered floor below me. I had been lowered back into the world, my satchel of scribble-filled notebooks slung over my shoulder, feeling as if I had just come back from a long adventure, a long journey. My eyes lingered at the top of the tree where I had been. The bright sun seemed darker and the breeze fliting among the grass was not as fresh as it had been before.

When I reached home, I hurried into my bedroom and closed my door. Through my window, separated by only a pane of glass, was the tree, waving proudly in the wind. I turned instead to my bookshelf and slipped a fat book off of the top. My fingers skimmed the pages, and before my eyes, my own hopes, wishes, and long-lost dreams seemed to come alive within the story’s characters, living in a world I longed to see.

It was just another one of those moments.


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