<3 I eagerly plopped myself down on my self-made bed of snow, elevated at least two feet from the ground. The view was breath-taking, there was no denying that. Staring above at the beauty that is the great outdoors, I was slowly slipping into something I wished I knew how to describe. It was funny how I'd never bothered to this before. Ever. Now here I was, lying motionlessly on a snow bed with my head tilted high to the sky. I didn't bother to look at the sparkling, sun-lit blanket of snow surrounding me. Why bother? I had what I needed at the moment right above me. My heart soared, a slight wind caressing my rosy cheeks. Ignoring the constant squeal of the passing cars nearby, I slipped deeper into the unknown.
The "tanned" and sturdy tree planted to the right of my home stretched its comparatively smaller branches in front of my very own eyes. Branches sprouted off of branches, creating a somewhat web-like structure. There was a similar tree across the street performing the similar effect. I had felt as if my eyes had been replaced with kaleidoscopes, revealing a secret world of trees galore. The sky was cloudless that day, the sun was subsituting in their place with a limited luminescent glow. I smiled to myself, filled with a joy I reserved on special occasions. This had been one of those occasions. Suddenly, that joy had morphed into a bittersweet feeling. An insignificant yet unignorable sense of yearning was stirred in me. (I'm aware that yearning wouldn't exactly be the best word for this scenario, but I thought that "An insignificant yet unignorable sense of missing was stirred in me" wouldn't make sense).
Do you hear me? I'm talkin' to you. Across the water, across the deep blue ocean. Under the open sky, oh my, Liberty I'm trying. I simply could not surpress the urge to laugh at my replacement of the word 'baby' with 'Liberty' and I laughed not verbally but mentally, interrupting the song Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat. I knew missing Liberty wouldn't change a thing.
"Liberty! Come back, we miss you!" I wanted to shout, fully aware it didn't make a difference. (We as in my group of friends whom had also been Liberty's group of friends). Flashes of the times I had spent with Liberty were screened into my mind: biking around the neighborhood with her attempting not to fall off, acting as if we were in elementary school again at her house, attending school events together; the memories unleashing themselves from their hidden chamber in my mind. With a heavy sigh, I came to the realization I had a choice. Either to feel pathetically hopeless about the slim chance of reuniting with Liberty again soon, or to keep my hope bottled up in my heart until my hopes possibly would come true.
I keep you with me in my heart. You make it easier when life gets hard. Colbie Caillat's velvety voice rang throughout my ears, and I held onto those lyrics with a new-born hope. I would see my friend again someday, whether it be ten days from today or ten years I was willing to wait out the endless time between the current day and the day when we would meet once again. I flopped off of the snow bed, and began to head inside. Taking a glance back, I grinned. Wait 'till I tell you about this day, Liberty. We'll laugh about it someday...someday soon.
