The perfect moment.
11 years ago
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Standing on a big rock at the edge of a field, over looking it. Behind me a dense forest.
To the left, the forest slowly engulfs the fields, hiding the very horizon from view.
To the right, not far away, a warm beach spreading out far, beyond it, the ocean.
A small cool breeze gently caresses through the the leafs and branches of the trees,
making the grass and flowers dance oh so gently, beckoning me to join them.
The grass and flowers are so soft, it would feel like walking on soft clouds.
The sun stands high on the sky, making the need for clothing completely unnecessary.
Only a few clouds rests high in the sky,
overlooking the land with their white grace to the pearl blue background.
The sound of birds joyfully chirping, flying around, praising the day.
A small rustle in the undergrowth behind me,
perhaps a rabbit hiding from me, or a bird hunting for berries and worms.
In the distance, along the edge of the forest, a small flock of deer stands stall.
Their eyes and ears peaks in curiosity as to what and whom I am.
Out on the ocean, a little dot can be seen, possibly a boat.
Around my ankle, a hand is holding. It's my love, staring up at me with a smile.
Possibly wondering what other silly things I may go about doing.
At the feet of my love, a large basket, a thick blanket.
All those things, that is my perfect moment. A moment that cannot be ruined.
At such a moment, is when I would be most tranquil, be most at ease.
No worries, just joy, just... bliss.
-Pi Jamis King
To the left, the forest slowly engulfs the fields, hiding the very horizon from view.
To the right, not far away, a warm beach spreading out far, beyond it, the ocean.
A small cool breeze gently caresses through the the leafs and branches of the trees,
making the grass and flowers dance oh so gently, beckoning me to join them.
The grass and flowers are so soft, it would feel like walking on soft clouds.
The sun stands high on the sky, making the need for clothing completely unnecessary.
Only a few clouds rests high in the sky,
overlooking the land with their white grace to the pearl blue background.
The sound of birds joyfully chirping, flying around, praising the day.
A small rustle in the undergrowth behind me,
perhaps a rabbit hiding from me, or a bird hunting for berries and worms.
In the distance, along the edge of the forest, a small flock of deer stands stall.
Their eyes and ears peaks in curiosity as to what and whom I am.
Out on the ocean, a little dot can be seen, possibly a boat.
Around my ankle, a hand is holding. It's my love, staring up at me with a smile.
Possibly wondering what other silly things I may go about doing.
At the feet of my love, a large basket, a thick blanket.
All those things, that is my perfect moment. A moment that cannot be ruined.
At such a moment, is when I would be most tranquil, be most at ease.
No worries, just joy, just... bliss.
-Pi Jamis King