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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Nature & Wildlife
- Published: 06/06/2014
A Walk
Born 1990, M, from Mt. Cory, United StatesOn a wooded path, I encourage myself to concentrate. I will my senses to consume my surroundings. Instead of only noticing the obvious, my eyes see past trees to shapes and shadows. Colors are vibrant near me but change to softer shades in the distance. Noise floods my ears. The wind whistles and causes things that are normally silent to speak out; creaking branches and flagging leaves.
Squirrels don't hide their clatter. They seem proud that the ground snaps and rustles at every bound they make. I smell the dampness of wood and soil. My hand examines the rough hide of an oak tree. It was once a tender sprout but now stands as a living obelisk.
I yell and birds take flight. I walk but my steps are not purposeful nor racing to get somewhere.
I sing.
A Walk(Fenster)
On a wooded path, I encourage myself to concentrate. I will my senses to consume my surroundings. Instead of only noticing the obvious, my eyes see past trees to shapes and shadows. Colors are vibrant near me but change to softer shades in the distance. Noise floods my ears. The wind whistles and causes things that are normally silent to speak out; creaking branches and flagging leaves.
Squirrels don't hide their clatter. They seem proud that the ground snaps and rustles at every bound they make. I smell the dampness of wood and soil. My hand examines the rough hide of an oak tree. It was once a tender sprout but now stands as a living obelisk.
I yell and birds take flight. I walk but my steps are not purposeful nor racing to get somewhere.
I sing.
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