Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Of Hydrangeas and Fireflies
______One day, I would like to live in a very lovely little house. This little house will sit alone in the mountains near the forest's edge and overlook a gentle field of wheat, and its aged stone exterior will be crawling with eager vines of ivy. This little house will be surrounded by hydrangeas in magnificent shades of pink, purple, and blue, and be filled with cozy leather furniture, mason jar lighting, and Navajo print rugs. From the early morning until the late afternoon, the sun will stream in through its tall glass windows and drape the interior with soft panels of light. This little house will have wooden floors and walls that are glazed to a sheen and squeaky to the touch. It will be tidy, but not always. The wood will have blemishes here and there, just as human faces do, and that is okay, if not desired.
______Some nights outside this little house, there will be fireflies dancing in rhythm to the twinkling of the stars; on other nights, the fireflies will seek shelter since there will be rain that pitter patters against the roof and makes all of Earth's creatures fall into a deep slumber. But most nights, the fireflies will be there, and we will be outside lazing by a campfire that lights our tired faces with orange, and we will listen fearlessly to the wolves as their howling voices are carried by the wind.
______The mornings at this little house will be serene; there will be fog enshrouding it, nearly consuming it, weaving in and out of the pine trees surrounding it, quieting every living thing that inhabits the forest around it. We will rise when the sun meets the horizon. Our eyes will be sleepy, but our minds awake, and we will eat an early breakfast and then ride through the forest by bicycle, whipping through its veiny trails like neurons through the brain. The fog will soon lift, and we will watch it do so. The moon will fade. The sun will pull away from the horizon and become full and bright in the open sky. A new day will begin, and it will be pleasant and rich with unspoken adventure, all because of this lovely little house on such a perfect piece of land.
______(So, are you sick of hydrangeas yet? Take a wild guess as to what my favorite flower is... guwahaha)