How it Is For Me

I am finally approaching the crest of this hill. I say “finally” not because I am tired. This in itself is peculiar, because as I look behind me, I see a long, gently sloping hill. The path through the middle of the wheat that sways in the gentle breeze is long. I had to have walked miles. But I am filled with energy. I was old, but now I am not. The breeze carries the amazing smell of recent storms ... but nothing is wet. Strangely, though the sun has dipped below the horizon, I still feel it’s golden warmth on my face. In fact, and as I scan the horizon in all directions, I cannot tell where the sun has gone down. The horizon is equally brilliant in every direction. That blazing color that lives somewhere between gold, orange, yellow and red glows just beyond the horizon on all sides, no matter where I look. There is no west … there is no east … no direction at all. As I near the summit of the hill I become aware of that sound. It is the songs of the birds, happy, busy birds, flying about and doing their bird things.

Though I heard the birds, I was not prepared for what I experienced at the top of the hill. The back side of the hill was steeper than the side I had climbed, but it was still a gentle slope. There was no wheat. The hill is blanketed with an assortment of wild flowers that was more breathtaking than I could ever have imagined. The violets, brilliant reds, yellows, oranges and royal blues are painted on a backdrop of brilliant green. But as vibrant as the colors are, it is the combined aromas of the flowers that seized my awareness. The bouquet travels up the hill and into my nose on that perfect breeze. The birds soar over the flowers dipping down to pluck something from the flowers. Two hundred yards down that easy slope is a lake so gin clear that I see the schools of fish from here. The deer are not disturbed by the people who are sitting at the picnic tables at the pavilion. The sounds of happiness and joy reach my ears and the hamburgers and hot dogs call to me. I cannot see the people from a distance, but I know they are my loved ones. I cannot explain why, I just know.

It has been the hour after sunset for the last three hours and I want it to be so forever … and it just might. This is my Heaven.

 

Reviews

[Doreen]

This is gorgeous and brings to mind wonderful imagery that I can see very clearly. The only problem I have with this is a football field is not a unit of measurement. Why not say walked a quarter of a mile or a half mile?