The Trip

I hike through the woods with the fir trees, pines near and far, clothed in moss, giving a sense of mystery.  While I cautiously step around roots and rocks, also take in the sense of serenity.  I pace myself with comfort and enjoyment in mind, yet still somewhat briskly.  I focus upon the enjoyment of the nature around me, not so much upon the exercise.

Yesterday, I had been in the office doing filing and phone work.  It seems so distant now though, as I traverse to a small waterfall.  Its gently churning cascading waters are singing to me.  I do not think of the office, but just to compare the time now and the time then.

I stroll through the forest until I come into an open field-like area.  In the distance are mountains, which appear in a blue-purple haze.  Tall pine and fir trees border the surrounding woods.  I continue on my peaceful journey, yet there is something, or may be something, which is not quite right.  There is something perchance in the distance.  It is something about which I would be cautious.

What is it I could have glimpsed?  There is now some unease as I quicken my pace.  The former mystery seems now more foreboding.  What do I not have?  I furrow my brow as I realize that I am not prepared for this, which is the unknown.

Reviews

[Marie]

I have read all three work you have posted. You are a good writer, but there seems to be something missing from your writing.

[Silverrodd]

I really like how the story took a turn at the end. A lot of people are afraind of the "unknown" and so a lot of people can relate to this. Excellent imagery and writing style. Short and easy to follow