|Somewhere (standard:fantasy, 394 words)|
|Author: Chris Michlewicz||Added: Mar 22 2002||Views/Reads: 1869/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A vivid description of a great dream|
SOMEWHERE There is a canyon that no one has ever seen. It looms somewhere in the middle of a thickly wooded area. It's waters run the width of the crevasse floor, leaving no room for anything to rest upon. The smooth river runs slower than any other, babbling its way to even more unknown places. Large colorful birds with bodies the size of large men soar above this remote yet serene place. They swoop over the jagged cliff edges, some of which are covered in a unusually light green peat moss, just to dive at incredible, mind-bending speeds to the open space below, eventually spreading it's immense wings and altering it's downward course. Occasionally they come to rest on the jutted outcroppings of the rocks that have likely been slowly morphing to their present shape since the beginning of time. The winged creatures preen themselves, rummaging through the thick covering of feathers with their oversized beaks. When they get bored of this, they will call out to other members of their species, hoping for a squawking response toward which they will fly next. The sunsets here glow a fiery orange and red, turning the rocks of the canyon wall into a blazing work of art. The billowy clouds often roll along with no hint of an impending storm; rain is very rare here but everything seems to thrive just as well. The foliage is lush and excessive. Extraordinary hybrids of flowers indigenous to nowhere else run rampant and wild. The morning air is oddly calm but the afternoons yield a slight breeze that winds its way through the gaping chasm, finally coming to rest in a lonesome cove that marks an end to one of the rivers branches. Other than the crane-like birds it is the only thing that moves down here unless you count the relaxed crystal clear waters, that, on nice days, serve as a canvas, reflecting the face of the rock wall that towers above it. The environment—no, the aura of this beautiful expansion of Heaven emits a relaxing and kindly presence. No worries about anything. The air resonates with a pureness that only compares with the first full breath drawn in by a newborn. The air of this ravine is that of life. It is the definition of tranquility and serenity. How I wish I could have this dream again. Tweet
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