•  Someday

 

Come with me to that day, try and close your eyes and come and see what I saw that evening. And then maybe someday, you will see it yourself too.

The soft orange rays of the summer sun streaked down from the bright blue sky emitting a warm glow over all of the garden. The bright reds of the roses seemed to be just one shade of a myriad of rainbow colours that turned the garden into a multicolored beauty. The sweet fragrance of the flowers seemed to be intensified that day in the warm humid air but nothing seemed more pleasing than the feeling of the fresh cool breeze whisping past me now and then, allowing periods of refreshment in the sweltering heat.

It was close to evening and I could hear the singing of the birds from the magnificent giant oak trees, yet their music only made up one part of the symphony that was played to me that evening. In the background, the various flowers swayed to and fro as the breeze swept through the garden emitting a soft rustling sound, and even though the sound seemed to be quieter than a whisper, I seemed to hear it as if it was the strumming of a violin in an orchestra. In the distance I could hear the playful sound of a couple of children playing, their voices peacefully breaking through the music with a youthful beauty of their own.

As I walked through the cobbled path running through the grounds, I kicked playfully at a small pebble that sat in the middle of the walkway and watched and listened to it skip across the other pebbles before coming to a rest in the middle of the path. With a sudden flash of red, a squirrel bounded across the pebbles pausing at this strange deep blue stone before it. It sat there for an eternity seeming to be in deep thought and then suddenly it turned its head looking straight at me. I couldn’t help but smile as I saw its big eyes look at me with an innocent twinkle before bounding off across the path.

I followed it as it moved into the grass and straight up one of the trees at the side of the path. Knocking over a shiny red apple as it hurriedly went on its way, it disappeared into the branches shaking a few more leaves, which floated down slowly to the ground. The apple rolled along one of the branches before suddenly falling to the ground and rolling to rest before me. I picked it up and took a bite, and for some reason that evening, the taste of the sweet juice seemed to be better than I had ever experienced before.

Falling down to my knees in the grass, it seemed unbelievably soft and warm and I lay down staring straight up into the endless blue sky. The sun was bright orange that evening but without the puffy clouds covering it, it seemed more golden than ever, its bright beams seeming to find their way all across the garden. I felt a rustling near my ear, the movement of what seemed like a hundred feet and turning to my right, I saw a large green caterpillar merrily marching away past me, completely oblivious to me presence. I placed my hand on its path and it walked over to it, examining my hand cautiously before walking over it and continuing its journey home.

With another gust of wind, the grass swept against me, and I felt the warm air brush over me. The smell of the garden overwhelmed me again and then suddenly across this dream, I heard a voice in the distance calling my name. I closed my eyes, listening one more time to the birds singing their evening song, the scent of the cool fresh air rushing past me once again. I heard the voice again, this time louder and more urgent, calling my name. With a sigh I opened my eyes and started to walk away from the garden and then for a moment paused and looked back. As I gazed at the spendour around me, all I could do was smile feeling deeply content with this precious gift that had been granted to me.

And with that I briskly strode out through the rusty gate which noisely squeaked shut behind me.

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