It was warm and I was excited to climb the mountain because I felt the sun on my skin and it felt like the hands of my mother when she braided my hair in the morning and the trees looked like the trees I saw in church in December and that made me think that God was there and if I walked among the trees maybe I would see an angel in the shape of a moose and maybe I could even bring back a feather from an angel’s wings but all the signs said don’t step of the path preserve the wildlife please stay on the path so I stayed on the path but I was disappointed because the path was dusty and flat and boring and the flowers and trees and ponds around me sparkled like gems yet I could not touch them. Then we stopped at a clearing and next to it there was a tiny trail, just small enough that my child’s feet could fit, and I felt like I was floating in the clouds because all the flowers pinkgreenyellowredpurple were gathered around me and I was still small enough that the stems of the wildflowers reached my waist and I was happy and even more happy when my mother looked over and asked what are you doing her sternness just made me smile because I knew what she didn’t and I pointed below me to the flat earth and said I’m on a path, Mom, and then she came closer and said you’re on a path and so I kept walking for a while and I saw ahead of me was a small pond and evergreen trees I wondered how far this little path went and where I would end up if I kept going going going but my mother called me back because everyone was ready to start walking again my cousin holding an empty bag of goldfish and my aunt talking with my uncle about Amazon trucks monopolies in engineering and my mother patted me on the head and gave me a bottle of water but I didn’t drink I wasn’t thirsty I was full. Full of beauty full of nature and I said let’s keep going I want to see a bear.
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