It
was the type of day that lightened the mood. The wind blew just enough to
rustle the tips of the leaves while the sky was a cheerful shade of
blue. In these woods,
she would relax and just be herself, focusing on the growing oaks around her.
Observing everything, Clemency plodded along. A feeling of contentment
in the slowly alternating environment crept into her heart. A light
breeze ruffled the trees around her. She spots a charming ladybug resting
on a leaf in some of the underbrush. Its wings were the most magnificent
tint of bright red that she had ever seen, and its spots were perfection.
"How fortunate I am to see you there. I'm sure you'd bring me good
companionship," the young girl confessed softly. The girl's slim,
pale fingers stretched with haste towards the insect, fancying for its touch
with the intent to entrap it in her palm. The bug escaped just in time
for her to grasp the emptiness it left behind.
A dragonfly passes by.*
Now,
Clemency continues walking on the path through the forest, vaulting low-lying
branches and bending under higher ones. The effort of avoiding the
obstacles in the path mucks her skin and clothes. Onward she trudges, for
she has never been this far along the path yet. A feeling of the curiosity of what lies
ahead grows inside Clemency. She continues on, ready for an adventure and yet
hindered by one solitary sentiment: the emptiness the ladybug had left.
This feeling of rejection distresses Clemency. She wishes for someone who
might hold her hand and encourage her along the path. "There's
a chance we may meet later, down the path," she thinks, attempting to
comfort herself.
She spots a beaver
working at the trunk of a tree. He gnaws one bite of bark after another until
the tree begins to fall. Once the forest is slightly jostled by the noise of
its collision with the ground, he must move the branches to his dwelling in the
nearby river. He works hard, oblivious to the forget-me-nots and red
poppies he drags each well-earned branches over. Like the beaver,
she busies herself by striding ever-onward through the obstacles of her walk, rarely
stopping to simply admire the scenery.
The path stretches on.
*symbolizing change in both time and maturity.
*symbolizing change in both time and maturity.
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