10-24-2016, 08:05 PM
she has never felt more vibrant in her life. it was as if the land had called out to her, beckoned her here, and here she was. she could feel the hum in her veins, inviting her to run, to fly as she had never before. and it was almost painful to contain herself. she had wanted to throw her head to the wind, to let her feet carry her somewhere, anywhere. but she felt the eyes of others all around her and aletta couldn't quite let herself get that far. the fire filled her veins and made her legs itch to run, but she constrained herself to her quiet creek.
her spot is quiet, the tinkling of the running creek and the conversing of birds. she tries to hone in on these sounds, let them surround and envelop her, something to alleviate her desire to run. she closes her eyes and flares her nostrils, letting the sweet smell of green grass and damp earth in. and just when she thinks she can find that peace, her center, the cadence of hoofbeats goes by.
it is frantic and then stagnant and then frantic again. her eyes crack open to catch a quick glimpse of a figure. he is gone before she even has time to focus and comprehend what she was seeing. it was the invitation she needed to let her feet fly, to chase the sound wherever it was going. it hadn't been the gallop in an open space that she had craved, but his path forced her to think, to time, and to be aware of her feet, her body, her balance. she broke a few times, to swing more towards the meadow, to haphazardly jump a root, and then she allowed herself to surge, to extend a little more with each stride.
then there had been the meadow quiet again. the frenzied hoofbeats had stopped and aletta rocked herself back. there, a few strides ahead, stood the running figure and now another. she let out a long exhale and kept herself walking forward, her eyes resting on the figures. but it was his wild eyes she saw, his panting nostrils. his appearance was haunting and she had wanted to ask him if he was alright. but the question had been asked and aletta kept searching for words, for something to say. her eyes bright, she asks "what were you running from?"
her spot is quiet, the tinkling of the running creek and the conversing of birds. she tries to hone in on these sounds, let them surround and envelop her, something to alleviate her desire to run. she closes her eyes and flares her nostrils, letting the sweet smell of green grass and damp earth in. and just when she thinks she can find that peace, her center, the cadence of hoofbeats goes by.
it is frantic and then stagnant and then frantic again. her eyes crack open to catch a quick glimpse of a figure. he is gone before she even has time to focus and comprehend what she was seeing. it was the invitation she needed to let her feet fly, to chase the sound wherever it was going. it hadn't been the gallop in an open space that she had craved, but his path forced her to think, to time, and to be aware of her feet, her body, her balance. she broke a few times, to swing more towards the meadow, to haphazardly jump a root, and then she allowed herself to surge, to extend a little more with each stride.
then there had been the meadow quiet again. the frenzied hoofbeats had stopped and aletta rocked herself back. there, a few strides ahead, stood the running figure and now another. she let out a long exhale and kept herself walking forward, her eyes resting on the figures. but it was his wild eyes she saw, his panting nostrils. his appearance was haunting and she had wanted to ask him if he was alright. but the question had been asked and aletta kept searching for words, for something to say. her eyes bright, she asks "what were you running from?"
aletta
the innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.