Tell me a story, he said.
Once I swam in the purest and most beautiful ocean
The water calmed my soul as it washed over my skin
I then climbed a magnificent mountain, tall and powerful
It’s presence ground my body to the Earth, it energized me
Then I walked through a magical forest, full of life, trees to the sky
It’s clean air filled my lungs, urging me to live my best life
Then I lay in the grass, beneath the sprawling night sky
A profound darkness, broken by shimmering stars and the lovely moon
It filled me with immense love and gratitude
You my love, she said. Are my favourite story.
The sun was oppressive on his back and and his arms ached beneath the weight of the precious load which he carried. He had been walking since the rise of the enormous sun and even in the tall cover of the foliage, the oppressive heat bared down on his neck and shoulders .
He had lost sight of the comrade travelling before him but, no matter, he knew the way back to his family and trusted those behind would be sure of their way. A moment to rest perhaps, and seek some water which had pooled in the shade by the path. A long cooling drink which refreshed his whole body through, never once risking his precious cargo, he held it above his head as he drank.
Behind he heard the shuffle of feet, his comrade was catching up. He waited until his comrade emerged around the corner heavy laden with his own cargo and indicated to the cool water collected in the small pocket of shade before continuing on his way.
As cloud cover provided some relief from the burning sun, he continued home hauling his treasure aloft
and picking up the pace. His surroundings became familiar and he could hear and feel his family and home nearby. The busy noise buzzing all around him indicating some from his party had already returned home. The queen would be pleased with todays efforts.
A single ant carrying a portion of over ripe berry returned, ever loyal to his colony.
Daily Prompt Post: Loyal
Earlier this year I discovered a magazine called Breathe which covers topics such as wellbeing, mindfulness, hobbies and travel. I have treated myself to a copy every publication since. Inside the magazine you will find articles on sleep, yoga, relaxation, eating well or brief introductions to hobbies such as gardening, photography or typography. A few time passing activities are usually also included which is why I like to take this magazine with me when I’m travelling.
Link to the website for you; https://shop.breathemagazine.com.au/
When my world is a whirl of chaos, colour and noise
There are a handful of things that bring me profound calmness
Laying flat on the Earth, on grass or sand
Looking up at the sky, blue and cloud or stars in the deep black
Breathing in deeply, fresh and clean air with my eyes closed
Hot wind or cool rain on my face
There is warm tea, dimmed lights and the smell of a new book
Sleeping in when its cold outside, rain dropping against the glass windows
Surrounded in a blankets warm embrace
Then there is you lover
To be wrapped all around in you, your skin pressed into mine
Breathing you in, fingers entwined.
There are only a handful of things…
Red wine & cellar doors
Parks with trees
The stars at night
Some of the things that will
forever make me think of you
It had been weeks since her last true meal, days since fresh cool water soothed her parched throat. She had stalked this herd for days, silently stealing through the hot, dry grass. Her ribs strained against her taut and dry hide as flies continually buzzed about her face while she crouched.
She knew alone she risked injury or death. The size of the creatures in the herd were uniformly too large for a single hunter to overcome. Regardless, she shook off the flies, poised and charged.
Birds scattered, hooves stormed the ground, the smell and sound of fear all around gave her confidence to leap high locking her jaws onto the flank of a beast. Holding tight, teeth and claw, the smell of blood saturating her senses.
In the frenzy she was shaken off, tumbling hard into the grass, panting and exhausted. A single small morsel in her jaws; hair, skin and blood. Just a taste to soothe her avid hunger.
The Daily Post Prompt: Avid