Thursday, August 27, 2009

The Mountain: I

her lungs tightened, the careful seeds of respiration pushing air in and out of her body. with the wind she breathed; with the wind swaying into her mouth and splashing her face like a great wave. lowering the bucket to the well, her eyes met the dark bottomed abyss where she could see nothing but the continuation of nightfall never ending. the nothingness that would only further, hindering her from seeing inside. the well, where everyday, she would gather water for her mother; it was her daily chore. that well was the source of her wonder, of her curiosity; for it was the well that made her ponder. the well, surrounded by green and brown grasses, blue flowers, and cherry trees. the birds would come near her, and would pluck the cherries and plant themselves onto the ground, beside the flowers, and would croon their soulful tunes, as if life itself was the song that they were breathing. at the alive ground they would peck with their beaks, enriching themselves into the colorful orange soil. the birds themselves were a thing of color; purple, red, spotted or pure white; a purity of snow, it were the white birds that would fascinate our nameless character as she gathered her daily water for her mother. for white was the color of snow, and the color of the behemoth mountain that rested itself five miles from her home. the mountain, surrounded by a wood of apple trees, and perhaps a pond of clear, crystal like water that one could always find a reflection in. the mountain, snow capped on top, as big as the sun; the mountain that became a source of mystery, a sun and a moon turning night into day, day into night, and dawn to dusk. the source of her questions were from the mountain...did it rain on the other side? was there soil there that nourished the cooing birds, as perhaps they were plucking fruit from the trees? the lonely mountain, nameless, like our character; a source of life, or perhaps an isolated desert with no footprints of no pecking birds to sustain itself. she reveled in mystery at the cloudless mountain with snowcapped peaks...

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