Scenes

Scenes:

I have a sort of... hobby... of writing up various moments in time, and describing what I see and experience... as best I can.. at that moment. A little silly perhaps, but it's fun and er... some people insist they enjoy reading them, so I thought I'd put a few of the better ones up here.

Creek Scene

"You can hear the sounds of the cars in the distance, and the occasional plane flies overhead. But right here, the brook is busily gurgling by and the birds are trilling in counterpoint. Reflections of light dance on the underside of a fallen branch, mirroring the movement of the water below while first green blades of grass rustle softly against the faded yellow stalks left over from last year in the cool breeze. And here I sit, basking in the warm sunlight by the waters edge and taking my ease. A still pool to my right, where a tadpole swims. Farther on, the path I came by, and the butterflies I left behind. Forgotten spider webs fade in and out of my vision as they sway in the wind, the sun striving in vain to continue glistening on their silken strands. Creek bed stones my seat, the trees my bower."

Driving Scene

"There was a gentle, tenuous mist clinging to the air as I made my way home that night. It looked like my breath on a cold crisp day. As if the earth had heaved a large sigh and its breath still hung in the sky."

Home Scene 1

"There was no true silence in the house. Even when every creature was still, the eternal hum of the computer and the insistent tick-tock of the clocks filled what would otherwise have been empty silence. With these, the sound of the heater coming on periodically was sometimes barely noticeable. After all this time, would true silence be... disturbing?"

Home Scene 2

"Water fell past my window in irregular drips and drops that almost seemed to create a symphony as the snow, so recently and rapidly fallen, melted away again under the heat of the sun. The white carpet of snow was already starting to get specks of green in it as it made the transformation, once more, to grass. And the thought occurred, to my fogged brain, that all seasons are lovely, as is the way they change, if only you describe them in the right words."

Creek Scene

"Dainty bluebells make me smile, their upside down blossoms lending color and grace to the surrounding grasses. Water gushes by, flowing over the tip of the fallen tree upon which I sit, watching small white fluffs float lazily down over the creek like large snowflakes, or small faeries. The soft summer breeze feels cool on my skin, as I close my eyes and lift my face to the warm evening sunshine, basking in the golden rays."

Woods

"Everything was green today. The trees were lush and full with leaves, while springy ferns filled what used to be barren spots on the ground. A single pink rose sat atop a wild rose bush. The scent of the forest, more the scent of the mountain itself, revived me. Although, a smile was on my face before I began. Floral cousins, each white and starry, but one more delicate than the other vie for space along the path. There was a white moth that quite caught my son's fancy as he chased after it saying, "My white butterfly!"

A tree caught my eye that looked as though lightning, or possibly a bear, had ripped part of the trunk in half, causing it to lean on its neighbor for support. And farther along, an entire patch of wild roses stood regally, casting shade on some of the less dainty white blossoms, but they were surrounded by the small but proud bushes graced with yellow petals.

The sun still clung to the right side of the clearing, which was surely beginning to more closely resemble a small meadow, casting flitters of light and shadow through the grasses and shrubs. As I headed home, another rose bush caught my eye. There was a single flower blooming, but behind it, a perfect, tiny rose bud; dark pink nestled in green leaves. Homeward now, in company with loved ones, peace in my heart."