Hills

A sudden outing

The hills are full of life.

I pulled on my boots and left today,

wandering off the path and across rocks and dirt.

Over hills and into ditches,

under a large, strange, dead tree surrounded by flattened grass,

through bushes.

Some parts I laboriously climbed,

others I jogged with bursts of giddy energy.

Animals skittered away into the burnt or dead grass and new shoots

I breathed in fresh air and life

its been so long

At the top of the tallest hill I could find

the air was wide and clear

the sun was setting

the sky was brilliant

I hope the wild calls me again

Reviews

[Rhayne]

Sure is a sweet break from city life, isn't it? When I was a girl, I used to go on drives with my Dad to the country, out in the middle of nowhere. We would park and go hiking in the woods, pick wild berries, take pictures of bird's nests with baby birds, maybe fish from the old wooden planks crossing the creek. And when the sun started to go down, we'd hurry back to the car, all the while, dreading going home.

Nice story, yui, you have a knack for stirring memories.

[yui]

Thank you, and that sounds amazing