Steady Days

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


Inhale.

Exhale.

Repeat.

My legs take me to the woods.

Thick dewy breathes of mother nature powers my frame as each step takes me deeper into a still sanity. Not a human in sight. Thats on a good day. CLuters of rain spits from the North, glosing over everything the woods has to offer. 

Unfamiliar windy paths send you to the hidden places, where petite streams trickle over mounds of flint, reflecting the warmth of the sky night. A palete of washed colour decorates the once chilled oxygen blanket. 

Thick dark branches stretch high, from them are smaller scrawnier attachments. All of which pattern the clouds, caging in the freedom of the woodland like bars in a prison cell. If you stare long enough your vision is black and white. Simple. Clear.

Spin around and then you have a carnaval of sadned faces and figures. Stopping you in your tracks and perhaps stretching those lips into a so called 'smile'.

Winter.

That is when human activity is limited. Daily walks are abandoned and moreover a lovely stroll in the woods is unconsidered. Birds refrain from chipring, moss darkens and trees bare. But peace and stillness is evident.

A break from reality.

Same clothes.

Different Day.


Submitted: June 03, 2020

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