Therefore, I'm going to write a little something for you guys!
Here we go!
Tired from a long day-- a long week is more like it --I sit down in the grass, my legs grateful for the rest. I look around for a moment. This is my spot, my own little slice of peace from the world. I found it when I was little, around the age of nine on one of my many solo adventures. Now I am twenty-seven and still end up here somehow whenever I'm stressed.
It's nice here in this small field in the center of the woods that no one dares enter anymore because they're too preoccupied with their phones and clubs and televisions. I'm glad no one comes here, though; it keeps this place out of the harmful hands of humans and to the loving care of Mother Earth and myself. I planted some flowers here when I was fifteen, and now the field is blossoming more beautifully than ever before with a gorgeous array of color.
Sighing, I lay down and close my eyes, leaving my other senses to do the work instead of my eyes. The sun warms my skin, leaving a lovely tingling sensation. I like the sun during late spring the best, this sun above me now, for it isn't as strong as the summer or as weak as any other season. Right now the sun is just as it needs to be. The wind blows, carrying with it the sounds of nature. I hear the birds singing in nearly every direction as they soar from one tree branch to another. I hear the rustling of the leaves, the bright green and healthy leaves on the old trees that tower over me. And I hear the soft, distant sound of the babbling brook on the other end of the field.
I run my fingers over the blades of grass, still amazed by their queer texture. My chest rises and falls with the earth and my heart beats in time with its rhythm. I used to not understand what it meant to truly feel "in tune" with your surroundings until I came here one day and let everything go.
"I didn't know anyone else came here."
Nearly pissing myself, I jump and face the voice, every molecule in my body ready to fight.
A man stands just a few feet from me, and I feel stupid for not hearing him approach.
"You don't have to worry. I'm not going to attack you or anything," He laughs lightly and looks away from me, taking in the view. "Just here to relax." The man smiles warmly at me and begins to walk towards the center of the field.
Skeptical and feeling terribly vulnerable, I watch him as he strolls leisurely and sits down just as I had when I arrived today. I remain standing for the longest time, not quite knowing what to do as I've never had company in this spot, especially not with a strange man.
Thinking, what the hell, I march awkwardly towards him and say in nearly a whisper, "I didn't think anyone else knew this place."
He looks up at me, almost in surprise that I came over--I'm just as astonished as he is--, but then smiles. "Me either. It's nice though isn't it?"
"Yeah, it's beautiful."
"What's your name?"
I'm hesitant to answer at first, but he seems sincere and I suppose I feel almost safe.
"Lynn. What's yours?"
He pats the ground next to me in invitation and I accept the offer. "Hunter."
We sit in silence for the longest time, but I don't mind it. It's actually comfortable.
Slowly, I sink back into my nearly meditative state.
"Looks like rain." He says calmly after what feels like hours of quiet, peaceful bliss. I had actually almost forgotten that he was here.
"Rain?" I open my eyes and look to the sky. Far off the clouds are churning and dark gray. Groaning, I sit up, "There wasn't suppose to be rain today!"
"Are the forecasts ever right?" He chuckles.
"True, very true."
"I should probably get going then. It's a long walk back."
"Afraid of a little rain?" I tease.
He stops and looks down at me for a moment. A mischievous grin forms on his face and he sits back down nonchalantly. "Of course not!" He then runs his fingers through his hair nervously, "I just thought . . ."
I wait for him to finish, but he doesn't. Odd.
Before I know it, we're sharing our lives with each other. I'm surprised by how comfortable I am with him to just open up the way I am and he seems equally amazed that he's doing the same. He tells me that he's from Idaho, just a few states away from here. When I ask if his favorite food is potatoes, he laughs hard and says he wouldn't mind it if he never has to eat another potato again. We exchange stories back and forth for what feels like ages. And I actually end up telling him about my grandmother who died this past summer. I haven't talked about her in months, to be honest.
Taken by surprise, we look up when we feel drops of water hit our heads.
"The rain!" We shout at the same time, having completely forgotten.
Comforted by the slight chill and gentle pitter-patter of the rain, we don't move for the longest time. Instead we laugh lightly and tilt our heads back.
"Have you ever tried to drink the rain as it falls?" I peer, feeling a little nervous for asking such a strange and random question.
"Who hasn't?" He chuckles and opens his mouth. "Ah! There we go!" He manages to say with his mouth still wide open. The rain is falling heavier and the ground is getting a bit too wet for my comfort. I stand and brush off my pants from the bit of mud on it, but it doesn't help at all.
"Afraid of a little rain?" He jokes, winking at me.
"I don't think this qualifies as a little." I say, looking up at the sky and seeing that we haven't made it through the worst of the storm yet. "I think I might head back."
The clouds rumble violently, "Yeah, that might be a good idea."
We pick up our pace gradually as the rain falls heavier and heavier.
"Race you to the trees!" He challenges.
"You're on!" I laugh, taking off as quickly as I can, hoping that I'm leaving him in the dust.
It was a nice thought, you know, beating him in this race. Unfortunately, he passes me quickly and almost effortlessly. This is why you exercise, Lynn, so you can not be embarrassed so badly like this.
"About time!" He jokes when I finally make it.
I'm nearly doubled over and breathing so heavily I think I'm going to die.
"Come on, it's not all that dry here, either." We both look up and see that the rain is easily falling through the breaks in the leaves. Great.
He starts leading me in a different direction than I came, "Wait, I parked that way."
"Don't worry about it, I'll give you a ride to your car."
I stop and look at him skeptically.
"I'm the guy who threw up all over his date in the tenth grade, remember? I don't think I'm capable of being sly and cool enough to steal you away." I'm not convinced. "Fine, I'll walk you to your car."
We fluctuate between sprinting and walking back, and by the time we're almost to my car, I think we've both given up on staying as dry as possible. We're both totally soaked and fresh out of worries.
I sneak a peek at him. He's handsome. Incredibly handsome actually. It seems strange that an introvert like me has had this chance meeting. God, I hate people, but he . . . he actually got me to talk. Once I was sitting alone in my car, his number in my phone, I stared at the name for at least thirty minutes. Hunter Ryne.
What just happened?
I had no intention for half of the story to unfold the way it did, but there you go! Please excuse any errors in grammar, plot, etc.! There's a lot wrong . . . Oh, I'm not going to apologize!
I actually kind of had a lot of fun writing this, so maybe I'll continue the story sometime or write another random one later on? Yeah? I don't know . . . What do you think?
Christmas is in just a couple of days! How exciting! I hope you all have a happy holiday and I'll probably do a gift post here right after Christmas. . . we'll see.
There are two or three new pictures that I posted that you should go look at! They're funny and cute and I think you'll enjoy them! If not, I enjoyed them, so whatever.
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