The Campers_The Secret Is In The Meadow_Shifting_Beyond Yon Hedge
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The Campers
They had been out there for six days. Today was the start of their seventh. They had tents, grills, various sports balls, and a sun bathing station. I opened my curtains a bit more, sure to stand behind them. The park never looked so crowded.I grabbed my purse and jacket and rushed down the stairs. I yelled out to Mom that I was leaving for the market. I planned on baking a cake for Emily’s birthday. I opened the door and closed it behind me. No walls or windows stood between me and the campers. Everyone walking past stared at them. I would’ve done the same, but I was busy looking at my neigh...
The Secret Is In The Meadow
Blowing tall grass covers the meadow. The grass is willowy and always on the move. She spies the meadow from afar and dreams of blowing through it with the wind. Parked at her window with thoughts of freedom dancing through her mind in such speed that she can see multiple scenes at once. She jumps, sprints, cartwheels, all with open arms through the meadow feeling the sun and wind whilst she welcomes the rain covering her in droplets. She opens her mouth and closes her eyes and inhales deeply worshipping the sensations. The meadow served as Carley’s temple. She prayed to the meadow, wondered t...
Shifting
Shifting An eerie evening; even now as sun withdrew its light from hills there seemed a whisper – Here comes night-time, beware!Swww.onedoor.ccitting on the veranda, mesmerised by that view off into shadowed bush at the base of Eagle Hawk Mountain, were a hodge-podge group of hikers under my leadership. Closeness enforced, but still there, helped to overcome a sense of isolation dusk evoked. Some hikers were locals, but most were from overseas. They’d heard about majesty of this region and wanted to experience Eagle Hawk fully, in person, rather than to just see images in glossy magazines or on-line. Now ...
Beyond Yon Hedge
I stood on the front porch next to my wife and swayed just a bit. It required only three stabs with my forefinger to actually trigger the doorbell.To be completely transparent, I'd already had a little too much to drink."Pregaming," was what I called it."Stupidity," was the term my wife used.In retrospect, she was right. There would be, after all, plenty of free alcohol at the party, and as someone who doesn't always understand his own limits, there'd likely be more than enough for me to exceed them.Still, we arrived at the party with a minimum of conflict between us - her demeanor more one of...