The dew had collected on the feather-fronds of seeding grass and the early morning sun reflected from these thousand jewelets, turning the field from golden to tarnished silver. In the shadows of the mountains and in the gullies and dips of the undulating land, mist still swirled, languorous. And sometimes, these tendrils of mist gathered and lifted from their earth-parent, like a cell in mitosis, and was reborn, a cloud.
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thomas
4/11/2015 12:37:23 pm
These visions really touched me. Thanks for that Dear.
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Eleanor
4/16/2015 06:46:44 pm
I'm glad you enjoyed it! This time on the trail not only gpshows me the beauties of the world, but also gives me time to reflect on exactly how I want to phrase my descriptions to share them with others.
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AuthorI am a twenty-four year old Masters student who is about to finally complete years and years of schooling. The last thing on my agenda before I get my degree in Elementary Education is to finish student teaching... in New Zealand! After what I am sure will be an incredible learning experience, I will go on a 2000 mile hike with my wonderful best friend. I am taking this opportunity, before my career, before my "life" takes off, to step back from everyday life and explore a beautiful piece of the world. Categories |