I Will Take As Many Words As I Want To Write This Story
[b][u]Cleansing[/u][/b]---
[c=#BF0080]She emerges from her forest as quickly as a leaf may fall from a tree. Which is to say she had no steady gait and no specific purpose or time to the rhythm of her steps but rather her heart was still absorbing the wonderment of nature and the elements it commands.
It commands the trees to stand straight and tall, with greenery in the spring and summer and offers a palette of wonder in the fall as it causes the trees and shrubs to mute the problems of the outside world as only a forest can. It was true the pitter patter of the rain, ever petulant or not, could hide her tears and her weeping should that be her cause for being there and yet a walk in the rain washed the soul and much as the mind. The forest muted that effect and left her feeling dry and offered her refuge many times.
And I have to wonder that today if was not refuge;solace and perhaps peace, that she sought? Or was it a drowning of the sounds of the her reality, of her outside world and the chaos in it, that she sought escape from?
She was a lithe women. Slender at 33 and yet time had began to creep up on her. However in her case that only seemed to accentuate her beauty and being. She was brunette with brown eyes that could burn through to the soul of a person! Couple that with a sly and seductive smile at times that I am sure she sent many men into fits of fantasy! That same smile was also one of the warmest one may want to see.
But I believe her sexiest quality was not her smile or any sly and "come hither" stare. Or how her hair framed her face only to be accentuated by her brows and eye color. I'm sure one could say that as she emerged from the forest, now drenched with her hair pasted to her scalp and face and her clothes now clinging as they can to her body may make her as such for some.
NAY! That was not it. Never was. Rain was a circumstance of time and hair could be colored. I had watched her far too long in her interactions with others to know that the sexiest thing about her was the kindness and generosity she exuded to others-stranger or not. It was more than simple charm and grace that I saw. It was dignity, compassion and and a certain [i]je n'est ce quoi[/i] that she had. Sincerity defined her well.
I had wondered what she found so cleaning about the forest. Was it the privacy? The solitude? The way nature is a grand equalizer? Or was it another escape she sought?
I had many times wished to take that walk with her--and yet--and yet I knew what she seeked would not be found with another. I was content with that as there can be a oneness in the solitude of our own thoughts.
Perhaps I need my own walk in a densely lit forest?
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[c=#BF0080]She emerges from her forest as quickly as a leaf may fall from a tree. Which is to say she had no steady gait and no specific purpose or time to the rhythm of her steps but rather her heart was still absorbing the wonderment of nature and the elements it commands.
It commands the trees to stand straight and tall, with greenery in the spring and summer and offers a palette of wonder in the fall as it causes the trees and shrubs to mute the problems of the outside world as only a forest can. It was true the pitter patter of the rain, ever petulant or not, could hide her tears and her weeping should that be her cause for being there and yet a walk in the rain washed the soul and much as the mind. The forest muted that effect and left her feeling dry and offered her refuge many times.
And I have to wonder that today if was not refuge;solace and perhaps peace, that she sought? Or was it a drowning of the sounds of the her reality, of her outside world and the chaos in it, that she sought escape from?
She was a lithe women. Slender at 33 and yet time had began to creep up on her. However in her case that only seemed to accentuate her beauty and being. She was brunette with brown eyes that could burn through to the soul of a person! Couple that with a sly and seductive smile at times that I am sure she sent many men into fits of fantasy! That same smile was also one of the warmest one may want to see.
But I believe her sexiest quality was not her smile or any sly and "come hither" stare. Or how her hair framed her face only to be accentuated by her brows and eye color. I'm sure one could say that as she emerged from the forest, now drenched with her hair pasted to her scalp and face and her clothes now clinging as they can to her body may make her as such for some.
NAY! That was not it. Never was. Rain was a circumstance of time and hair could be colored. I had watched her far too long in her interactions with others to know that the sexiest thing about her was the kindness and generosity she exuded to others-stranger or not. It was more than simple charm and grace that I saw. It was dignity, compassion and and a certain [i]je n'est ce quoi[/i] that she had. Sincerity defined her well.
I had wondered what she found so cleaning about the forest. Was it the privacy? The solitude? The way nature is a grand equalizer? Or was it another escape she sought?
I had many times wished to take that walk with her--and yet--and yet I knew what she seeked would not be found with another. I was content with that as there can be a oneness in the solitude of our own thoughts.
Perhaps I need my own walk in a densely lit forest?
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