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She stood on top of the hill, watching the horizon for any sign that he had made the trip. The rolling hills, and the flowing grass, made it difficult to see. Each blade of long grass that the wind moved made her heart skip a beat, in anticipation for his return and the whispering wind gave a pressence to nothingness.
It had been so long since last she saw his smile, his eyes. It had been so long since last they talked till way past midnight as they secretly sat in her back yard. Things had been different then. The whole world was different then. She continued to hope.
She held the letter to her heart as she glared passed the hills. The wind would blow dirt into the air, making it seem as if someone was coming down the road, but after several agonizing moments, there was no one.
After four hours of waiting, she sat and began to think about all she could possibly remember about him. The good times, the bad; The fights, the apologies; The running, and reading books by the camp fires. It all seemed so long ago, but she didn't want to let it go. As she sat and looked at the letter, she began to cry. She feared what his absence meant. She had heard stories of war, but never felt the realities. Her fear of not seeing him turned into fears of seeing him.
In the distance, a head comes above the crest of a hill which soon reveals the shape of a man. A soldier in uniform marches towards his destination, rhythmically. Each step has meaning and his arm length is even and committed. He is tall and confident. His large bag thrown over his shoulder.
Suddenly, she hears a familiar whistle, faintly. She thinks it's her imagination at first until she rises and looks towards the road. What should she expect? What will become of them? They see each other and stop.
The Sun above blares down on two shapes in the center of rolling hills and waving long grass. The trees softly bend and talk to each other as baby birds call out to their parents high in the sky. The white clouds roll slowly by as the parent birds fly through them.
She stood on top of the hill, watching the horizon for any sign that he had made the trip. The rolling hills, and the flowing grass, made it difficult to see. Each blade of long grass that the wind moved made her heart skip a beat, in anticipation for his return and the whispering wind gave a pressence to nothingness.
It had been so long since last she saw his smile, his eyes. It had been so long since last they talked till way past midnight as they secretly sat in her back yard. Things had been different then. The whole world was different then. She continued to hope.
She held the letter to her heart as she glared passed the hills. The wind would blow dirt into the air, making it seem as if someone was coming down the road, but after several agonizing moments, there was no one.
After four hours of waiting, she sat and began to think about all she could possibly remember about him. The good times, the bad; The fights, the apologies; The running, and reading books by the camp fires. It all seemed so long ago, but she didn't want to let it go. As she sat and looked at the letter, she began to cry. She feared what his absence meant. She had heard stories of war, but never felt the realities. Her fear of not seeing him turned into fears of seeing him.
In the distance, a head comes above the crest of a hill which soon reveals the shape of a man. A soldier in uniform marches towards his destination, rhythmically. Each step has meaning and his arm length is even and committed. He is tall and confident. His large bag thrown over his shoulder.
Suddenly, she hears a familiar whistle, faintly. She thinks it's her imagination at first until she rises and looks towards the road. What should she expect? What will become of them? They see each other and stop.
The Sun above blares down on two shapes in the center of rolling hills and waving long grass. The trees softly bend and talk to each other as baby birds call out to their parents high in the sky. The white clouds roll slowly by as the parent birds fly through them.
posted by Crescamus in Christos at 11/11/2004 12:01:00 AM
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