The sun had not yet peeped over the horizon. Silvery rose shades, like that of a debutant dress revealing her first flush of pre-morning light, filled the sky with a certain kind of mystery.
The sound of rippling water broke the peaceful silence. I stood alone feeling my name being beckoned. The misty hands were pulling my spirit further into the moors. A sense of joy and happiness awakened my soul, was this a dream?
A gentle breeze lifted my hair like a mother's delicate hands. The grass was damp with dew, stretching across dried heather like silvery cobwebs. It felt like peeping into paradise. I felt free, like the only person upon earth. Suddenly that feeling took hold of my spirit, so that I was overawed by nature's beauty. Reaching far up into the sky, as if I was touching the heavens I whispered. "This is where I must stay"
The sunlight awakening, caught the delicate dew and glistened. I couldn't leave this enchanting haven, but I knew I had to, it was the only way. Starting to run, the moors called, beckoned, longingly. Nothing was peaceful anymore. I didn't stop running until home. Were those moors only a finite memory, a sanctuary of no return?
(c) Jtamsin
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