A Moment

I used to picture myself under the overly large oak at the end of the road, headphones glued in my ears, waiting for a truck to offer me a life worth driving for. As if everything is worthless compared to the dreams I could live. Sometimes I still sheepishly smile to myself, imagining the buzz of the car engine, and the touch of the wind as I push my body out of the window, the radio never breaking. Magically I know the lyrics to every song. I don't care who accompanies me, because I know that we are connected through the moment, the moment that can't be described, but can be felt.

The moment I get when I listen to an old country song, the moment my mom feels when my dad lets her pick where we order in, the moment my niece enters the field with her shin-guards and cleats, the moment the perfect guy says "I love you". Sometimes I wrap myself in my blankets, imagining an old-soul boy sweeping me off my feet, with not a single awkward moment to sully our time. A cliche romance I can't help but ache for on some lonely friday nights, only looking back on the one date I've been on with disappointment. He was a year younger and fond of debate, a combination I didn't care too deeply for as his tongue searched the inside of my mouth. Mom is forever amused by that boy, she even called his mother to share the laugh. I was so wrapped in my own distaste I shrugged her immaturity off and let her call his family. They thought my mom's humor was a little crude, which she was surprised by, but not offended. She's not easily offended. 

Its funny, I walk down this road feeling as if its the first time. I finally notice every little detail of every rock and worm and I look towards the oak, sitting there, pretending the oak is smiling at me, welcoming me. I feel the rough roots under my bare feet, as I eagerly crawl under the shade of the tree, resting in between two looped roots. I humorously feel as if I'm being coddled by the oak. I look out to the open dirt road, calmly waiting for my ride. My first and last time waiting for my moment.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Wow! That was a fantastic flow of imagery and feeling. I like how each vision is offered in simple clarity, for a purpose specific as the mind rolls out the thoughts beneath the Oak Tree. The tree itself is perfect. Both does it convey the magical quality to the piece, but it is also grounding in it's spiritual aspect.

Personally this brings back musings I would have when I used to drive a semi truck across the country and see the lone person standing somewhere, just gazing down the road. I always wondered what might be running through their minds.

Thanks for sharing your Ink!
Aaron

[Ranger Nadaly]

Thank you, I really wanted to convey a simple and perfect clarity. I also hope one can tell its froma young point of view.

[Wolfwind]

I don't think one can put an age to it. It symbolizes as dream that even older people have at times. I think it's the timeless quality of the moment that makes it such a mesmerizing piece.