Post by Harley Scarow on Oct 17, 2007 13:17:38 GMT -5
The Wise Whispering of the Woods
Every break of dusk, my curious eyes tend to ponder and stargaze at the millions of living nightlights twinkling in their situated position in the sky, too much in abundance to witness all at once—except with the assistance of time. The questions that flash within these yellow, blue, and red stars run a marathon in my mind as I muse over if these luminary flickers can truly answer the many subjects that the world barely scratched. In addition to these clusters of iridescent lights, I ritualistically contemplate about the unanswered questions in the raindrop labeled the earth that can someday be revealed—whether they are unease tragedies or pure mysteries.
On one brisk midnight, amongst the busy radiances of the city, the window-reached woodlands “whispered” to me across the landscape. Immediately I ambled in the daybreak-distant streets, bearing this mystifying curiosity to somehow seek the conscious mystery capable of sending that weak undertone to me in mere seconds before my daily but late slumber. This untouched wooded area, which prospered across a disregarded dead-end sign, propelled my innocent curiosity into action as I sauntered the briskly nippy streets, with the warmth of the soft stars as my coat. Upon the border between the scarcely-walked forest and the typically-sauntered streets, I loomed into the night-shaded forest with potential opportunity in my fascinated heart to verify that sound.
Across the line between rushed roads and tree trails, the silence and desolateness of this nearby-considered woodland scuttled my head like a vulture to a carcass—I was unaccompanied to my own private advantage. The hours of darkness since sky transformed from the hours of daylight to the break of dusk fumed to its fullest potential; I could not make out any light other than faint beams from the guiding stars above that narrowly made their way through the slits of the many summer leaves. Nevertheless, my venturous heart refused to beat of uncertainty or trepidation that would conquer the hearts of other adolescents such as me, but struck of inquisitiveness and serenity that gratified my unbridled love for nature’s heart-healing beauty and grace. That one night, I kept walking in the beautifully absorbing murkiness, barely able to distinguish even my own shadow, which unlike my driving mentality, slept tranquilly and invisibly in the dark trail.
Spellbound in the never-ending faintness of the night, I walked through those remote woods with silence other than the animalistic cries of the night. After strolling through this light-obscured trail, I narrowly saw it—a spark of luminosity inviting me. Strolling with equal momentum as before my view of this alluring yellow-colored spark, I saw what was calling me out hours ago before my daily doze—the sunrise of my life. Hours had passed since my first serene steps in the untracked woods marked with the blooming feeling of curiosity, and I was rewarded when I saw that golden orb rising in the vista, where the sun’s many siblings glittered not so long ago. I sat onto the softly light-shadowed dirt, only to realize that a brook stood below me, which eventually broke into a river ahead just as calm; my drenched apparel did not concern me.
My “midnight snack” of an adventure was the experience that drove me to realize how humanity grasps concepts of the world; the notions made by bright minds will always be existent whether one can see it or not. I first took note to what my budding curiosity would ultimately lead me to—then I treasured what I saw in the end. Although what I saw was modest—the humdrum of a day commencing with the underappreciated sunrise, I left contented. While one rarely ever knows where the capability of the mind will lead towards, all can try to find and appreciate it.
Every break of dusk, my curious eyes tend to ponder and stargaze at the millions of living nightlights twinkling in their situated position in the sky, too much in abundance to witness all at once—except with the assistance of time. The questions that flash within these yellow, blue, and red stars run a marathon in my mind as I muse over if these luminary flickers can truly answer the many subjects that the world barely scratched. In addition to these clusters of iridescent lights, I ritualistically contemplate about the unanswered questions in the raindrop labeled the earth that can someday be revealed—whether they are unease tragedies or pure mysteries.
On one brisk midnight, amongst the busy radiances of the city, the window-reached woodlands “whispered” to me across the landscape. Immediately I ambled in the daybreak-distant streets, bearing this mystifying curiosity to somehow seek the conscious mystery capable of sending that weak undertone to me in mere seconds before my daily but late slumber. This untouched wooded area, which prospered across a disregarded dead-end sign, propelled my innocent curiosity into action as I sauntered the briskly nippy streets, with the warmth of the soft stars as my coat. Upon the border between the scarcely-walked forest and the typically-sauntered streets, I loomed into the night-shaded forest with potential opportunity in my fascinated heart to verify that sound.
Across the line between rushed roads and tree trails, the silence and desolateness of this nearby-considered woodland scuttled my head like a vulture to a carcass—I was unaccompanied to my own private advantage. The hours of darkness since sky transformed from the hours of daylight to the break of dusk fumed to its fullest potential; I could not make out any light other than faint beams from the guiding stars above that narrowly made their way through the slits of the many summer leaves. Nevertheless, my venturous heart refused to beat of uncertainty or trepidation that would conquer the hearts of other adolescents such as me, but struck of inquisitiveness and serenity that gratified my unbridled love for nature’s heart-healing beauty and grace. That one night, I kept walking in the beautifully absorbing murkiness, barely able to distinguish even my own shadow, which unlike my driving mentality, slept tranquilly and invisibly in the dark trail.
Spellbound in the never-ending faintness of the night, I walked through those remote woods with silence other than the animalistic cries of the night. After strolling through this light-obscured trail, I narrowly saw it—a spark of luminosity inviting me. Strolling with equal momentum as before my view of this alluring yellow-colored spark, I saw what was calling me out hours ago before my daily doze—the sunrise of my life. Hours had passed since my first serene steps in the untracked woods marked with the blooming feeling of curiosity, and I was rewarded when I saw that golden orb rising in the vista, where the sun’s many siblings glittered not so long ago. I sat onto the softly light-shadowed dirt, only to realize that a brook stood below me, which eventually broke into a river ahead just as calm; my drenched apparel did not concern me.
My “midnight snack” of an adventure was the experience that drove me to realize how humanity grasps concepts of the world; the notions made by bright minds will always be existent whether one can see it or not. I first took note to what my budding curiosity would ultimately lead me to—then I treasured what I saw in the end. Although what I saw was modest—the humdrum of a day commencing with the underappreciated sunrise, I left contented. While one rarely ever knows where the capability of the mind will lead towards, all can try to find and appreciate it.