just a little scene I got inspiration for while enjoying the beautiful weather from my back deck. not anything special but I thought I’d share 🙂
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I find Elain in the garden.
She is sitting with her face toward the sun, like a flower searching for light. Her eyes are just barely closed, as if she were drifting off to sleep. Her bare legs stretch out before her.
I walk up behind her and fix the shawl that has fallen from her shoulders. She does not move, but I sense through the bond that she knows I am here. Without a word, I sit next to her on the cool grass. I feel the damp cool of the early Spring ground, and wish that one of us had brought a blanket.
The sun warm me, though. I feel its heat on the top of my head, and turn my face to the light, as Elain already has. I close my eyes and listen.
Wind blows through the still bare branches of the trees. The first of the Spring birds chirp their melodies, frogs croak in the pond. Two chipmunks squeak at each other from sides of the garden.
Distantly, I hear the bustle of Velaris, but here, it’s just me, Elain, and the garden.
The moment holds a hundred years worth of feeling.
A breeze cools my now warm cheeks, blowing strand of hair in my face.
Elain reaches across the small distance between us and takes my hand in hers. Her delicate fingers are cold in mine. She brings our clasped hands to her chest, right against her heart, which is beating slow and evenly.
I absently rub my thumb along the side of her hand.
I’m not sure how long we stay like this. I rest my head on her shoulder, and she leans into me. Our legs become entangled like the roots of the trees around us. We become a part of the scene–one with renewing garden.
The sounds carry on, the wind continues to blow.
But we are frozen in time, holding on to the moment.
We relish in our existence, and the beauty of it all.
Beautiful (Elucien)
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