Coming here always brings all the happy memories flooding back. It is so peaceful here, I'm instantly calm and relaxed. I let out a content sigh and perch on the pier. The ducks come closer, eager to check if their new visitor has any food for them. They soon leave when they discover this is not the case this time.
I let out another sigh as I prod at the water with a fallen twig from a nearby tree and watch ripples grow and disperse. I sit back and look up to see the sky burst forth into beautiful oranges, pinks and yellows as the sun begins to set.
A breeze blows across the surface of the water and more ripples appear, disturbing the stillness. the wind reaches the woods and the trees whisper to each other as if they are telling one another the secrets of their world. Birds begin to sing a sweet lullaby and somewhere in the distance and squirrel chatters away.
The breeze reaches me now. It blows around me and causes my loose hair to brush across my face, obscuring my view of this magical scene. I attempt to move it from my eyes but the wind blows harder, playing games with me. Soon after it dies down again and I can return my gaze on the treetops on the other side of the lake.
It's almost over now. The sky is a deep purple colour fading into navy. I close my eyes and relive previous times here. The memories of laughter, picnics, music, and art make me smile to myself reminiscently. Nostalgia grabs hold of me and I can almost see myself and my friends at the benches, gorging on junk food and joking around in the hot summers sun. I snap out of it as the ghost of a laugh hangs in the air, almost tangible.
I sigh once more. The sun has set now and all too soon it is time to leave. I glance over at my company for the evening, today was his first time here. I gesture that we should get going before all of the idiots and drunk people come out for the night and he smiles and nods at me. I pause and take one last, lingering look at the water. Then I grab my bag and we're on the road again, talking about nothing in particular.
This is a good piece, not much of a writer myself but this is a interesting read. Still has a personal touch to it something your readers can relate to if you are looking for readers that will help. Read some of your eariler posts. I liked your poem from your August posts Scaries and yes it is quite creepy.
ReplyDeleteHave you read any David Clement-Davies? If you enjoy reading his discriptive writing will definitely influence your work and plus they usually have really good plots too. But yeah nice post thanks for sharing it.
Thank you, this was actually how I spent my Saturday evening. I wanted to capture the memory so I wrote this when I got home.
ReplyDeleteI have read a little of his work, yes. It definitely inspired me to do more description work. I'm thinking of picking up a notebook that I can carry around with me and write about my memories and the things I see so that I can capture them just after they happen.
Is that something you'd be interested in me posting in the future as well? Any requests you're welcome to share and maybe I'll get around to doing something.
His books are my all time favourites, even makes me attempt to write something.But if your a big reader then that will already of helped your writing.
ReplyDeleteSure if it's posted I will read it. And i'll get back to you with some requests.