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This is a drabble I wrote for Lit class last year, and never got around to posting. |
The girl's bare feet barely skimmed the country grass as she flew, laughing delightedly. Those feet had walked many paths, to many places, but after all the years of her life, they had finally found home. As she desperately tried to capture the Sky with her arms, like she always did whenever she felt that something inside her was too big to be contained, she thought that she couldn't remember ever feeling happier or more content. The boy scooped her up into himself in a single motion, and they stood still in awe as one, to watch the sun set behind the rolling hills. "Welcome Home", he said. They both knew what each other was thinking- they were one many years before they were joined as one. They both were feeling that change that had been pursuing them their whole lives, had finally caught up with them. Change was hard for them, in an inconstant world they did not belong to, but they had been ready, they felt, since before they had been born. They braced themselves against the years to follow, and she let go of the past and, with open arms, embraced the future. As the stars came out shy and bashful, one by one, twinkling hello to greet the old farmhouse and the young couple, the future flashed before the pair's eyes in spurts. They heard children running barefoot, laughing as they, still children themselves, did. They saw children playing in the creek, riding bareback on the old horse, catching fireflies on sweet summer nights. They saw them swimming in a pond, laughing and yelling as they played hide-and-seek in the old, weary barn. They saw themselves watching their children grow from toddling infants to young lovers stealing kisses under the weeping willow tree. They saw themselves with grandchildren running through the kitchen, coming to them when a thunderstorm kept them awake. They saw themselves with childhood and lifelong friends, reminiscing and creating new memories. And finally they saw themselves with white hair, holding hands as they swung barefoot on the front porch, beholding their world and their whole life. And they were happy. |