People in the Sun

PEOPLE IN THE SUN

Mount Waterborough, 1993

37 Lime Kiln Lane

30 minutes ago

I rose today in a far away and exotic utopia where the sky was baby blue with gossamer white clouds. There were majestic mountains, which seemed to touch the sky, and were painted in snow; every freshly fallen flake glistened like a falling tear in daybreak. I felt a tranquil feeling overtaking me and my spirit seemed to soar from within me just like the eagles circling boldly over the mountain crest, each movement symbolizing their strength, beauty and courage. I stood there quietly and stared at the wondrous mountains for what seemed like hours before making way to the nearby forest to discover what enchantments it held. I was not in the least bit disappointed for it was indeed a place of great beauty.

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I conclusively went on a journey, to ride myself of these trapping thoughts. I reached my desired shop on the outskirts of town, a little creation concealed behind the deep, mysterious shadows. The shop standing out from the darkness, lifting anyone's fallen hearts like bringing up a rusty dishevelled anchor from the bottom of the dank sea. The succulent smells reaching out to the passers-by's, enticing them in, into secrets that lay beyond the door. I have a memory from all those years ago; it was of a little boy testing the vicinity around the shop to see if there were hellish traps waiting to be sprung. Of course there weren't any but young, tender children are able to believe many odd things in innocent age. Sweat was pouring off the mother from the strain of keeping her young child at bay, but sadly the...