A Splendid Morning

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was a short story written for hullabloo22's The Imaginarium House Summer 2019 Collection.

Submitted: June 06, 2019

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A Splendid Morning

What was it like to take your first step out of a cage as a green-housed wild rose? Being incredulous? Apprehensive? Or skeptical? And then walked back to lock yourself up again? Nope! That was not me! Especially not after years of verbal and corporal abuse inside a green house. That Summer, as a freshman, I decided to wave my thorns and stretch my petals!

He, was my target. Four years senior than me, one fist taller, three pounds heavier, i.e. not a muscular build of man, but he was a very inspiring speaker and knew a lot of bird’s stuff. Real birds, I meant. Animals with beaks and feathers. Like eagle, peacock, flamingo.

He was the senior leader of the Bird Watching Club in my school and was studying swift (Apodidae) as part of his master's degree. Every summer and winter they would go out to visit all sorts of resorts, reserves, forests, beaches, coasts, even urban areas just to find birds to watch. That year I was new to school and he invited anyone who was natural-inclined new bloods to join. Of course, I was also invited. There was no way that I would say 'No' to him.

That year's summer, he planned a two months trip to a reserved mountain to do survey on different types of birds, along with other studies with other professors and their students. The students who attended the trip had to be preselected for physical fittingness and willingness to endure the possible hardship. I was heathy at the time but my willingness was questioned for sincerity. They did not wish having to look after green-housed flowers when those should be carrying all sorts of heavy equipment and walking for hours to the target area, namely the mountain top or the plateau, instead.

Well, it was a challenge, but after a year of admiration on my Mr. Swift, the feeling had turn into a crush. I wished to go anywhere with him, of course. I had to lie sincerely that, 'I am very willing to take this trip and endure whatever hardship that may come. Without whining.' They did not say I could not ask for help. A girl's expertise. I thought.

Well, out of my surprise, during two months of that mountain trip I did not whine at all. Maybe one or two about having no privacy from monkeys when I had to release myself in the bushes.

We lived in a house located at the bottom of the mountain and we had to hike and climb up to the plateau where we did the study on. The walk was about two hours long each way. When we had to stop to find birds or some interesting insects or plants that looked like aliens, it would take about four hours each way. I certainly whined loudly in the first few days, but I kept it to myself, as I did not want my Mr. Swift to have a bad impression about me. I always walked in front of the group instead and hardly lagged behind. Surprisingly, I soon started to enjoy this daily hiking trip.

In order to do bird watching or reaching the top of the mountain before noon when it got too hot to work in, we had to get up before the birds and sun woke up. When you got up after birds started to chirp or sing, you would have no worms to eat and no birds to watch. Besides, the sun in the summer was an early bird himself too, so we had to get up at 4:30 am nearly each day.

It was a hardship for sure, but what was rewarding was the morning fresh air and the greeting of the sun. Her revitalizing warmth, her beaming smiles, her rainbow colors that shined through the clouds, the trees, the winds and then landed in your heart, while your ear drums were immersing in the melody of morning songs from birds or insects. At that moment, you would certainly feel glad that you were alive.

At the end of the trip, my Mr. Swift decided to give us an unforgettable moment. He got us to wake up at 3:30am that day and wanted us to hike to the very top of the mountain in a faster speed than usual. This time I whined, 'Too early! What do you want us to do?' He did not answer. I dragged my sleeping body along, and forgot all the beauty of the summer's morning I used to enjoy. All I wanted was find a rock to lie down or walked back down. But I was pushed along. At about 5:25am we reached the top. The dawn still hadn't broken fully. He wanted us to walk a bit further down to the next side of the plateau. It was lower and flatter than we used to work on. He wanted us to sit down comfortably at any location we could find with backs against the mountain. We waited for about ten minutes.

The sun rays started to break through the morning thick clouds. Like brushes used by angels, the sun rays painted the whole sky of clouds pink and red, then dashed some purple on the edges, and smeared streaks of green along. Few minutes later, they blended some orange in the middle, not felt it was enough, they soon tipped the whole bucket of gold on top of all the colors. Suddenly the whole sky became a golden globe shining far and wide. Some people with cameras photo shot this marvelous birth of the sun in the summer mountain. I was not lucky enough to have one with me, but I used my two portable special cameras each installed beside my nose and recorded endless pictures of this moment. I turned my cameras slowly to cover the whole panoramic scene. Right in the middle of such picture, I also saw a silhouette of a man. One fist taller and three pounds heavier than me. He stood there kissing another girl against this splendor of sunlight.

They were talking too, I did not need to know what they were talking about. I believed this was the moment they would never forget. Just like me.

 


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