I panted loudly as I took another step. My legs felt like lead each time I pulled them up and brought them down again. I was sure I had pebbles in my boots. Again. Whining, I lifted my head and finally saw the Alpine lodge that was our destination.
'Oh, come on, sourpuss, the view alone is worth it,' Ken swept his arm wildly. This high up, you could see miles around, from green valleys and small villages to higher snow-capped mountain peaks.
I had to admit that he was right; the view from up top was kind of cool.
Is It Working?
'How long do we have to do this?' Barbara questions through her teeth.
'I'm sure it'll take a picture soon,' Grant whispered back, slightly adjusting his Christmas sweater.
13-year-old Blake finally spoke up. 'Oh my God, the red light is blinking, which means it's recording. Seriously, don't you have a slight understanding of how cameras work?'
There was a moment of silence when everybody was processing the information. Suddenly, giggles and snorts erupted from the group, which evolved into loud laughter.
Grant wiped the tears from his eyes, saying, 'At least we will have something funny to re-watch next year.
One view I really miss from the days when I had a little vision is the sunset. There was the one where the clouds took the form of a hill of yellow grass with a band of trees at the top. The one where some silhouetted leaves looked like a dragon flying in a sky of fire. The golden glow of the house opposite, caught by the last rays. It sounds like the sappiest thing possible to miss, but tell me this: how many things changed so drastically from one day to the next, but managed to stay absolutely themselves
An Appointment with Nature
“Why don’t you want to come?”
“Because if we don’t get there at exactly the right moment, we’ll miss it.”
“We’ll get there, it’ll be fine,” she told me, arms crossed.
“But then we’ll be so intent on not missing it that there’ll be no time for anything else. I refuse to make an appointment with nature. I’d rather be surprised.”
“I’d rather see something we know is there. It’s one of the best views in the world….”
“One of the best views so far. Who knows what you might miss if you’re hurrying?”
“You are impossible.”
“Oh, I know.
The view from the house was the same as always. The garden, with the greenhouse to the right and the outhouse to the left. Behind the greenhouse the chickenpen could be seen, partly visible beside it and the rest only visible through the panes of glass. In summer when the plants grew it would be far more obscured, but that didn't matter. She'd lived there for nearly twenty years and seen the seasons come and go.
No. The view was as it had always been. The thing that was different now was who wasn't here and never would be again
His nose was itching and no amount of scrunching it up had helped so far - and he should know: he had been trying for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a minute or two if one looked at it entirely objectively. But how could he do that! He had been sitting here for ages. Or at least an hour or so. Maybe it was just half an hour. But still!
Finally the door opened.
His master smiled to him. "You're doing well," he said. "Always remember, your focus determines your reality. Now we can begin for real."
Poetry poetry poetry! This is where submissions get a bit more creative than most, and it's a wonder how many HOLers (particularly the eagles) are filled with fabulous artsyness.