…continued from “The Door in the Trees”
The fatigued groans of the old door gave way to the gentle songs of a cricket orchestra amid the wave-like ambiance of tall grasses in the perfect breeze. The same breeze that turned the Autumn-hued meadow into a dancing sea surrounded her with sweet smells of wildflowers and crisp twilight air. Her heart heaved a relieved though nervous sigh as she shut the door behind her to move further in.
She looked to the skies just in time to see the sun’s final curtsy as it graciously acknowledged the moon in their typical shift change. The moon was unlike anything she’d ever seen. It was gigantic to the point that it looked like it was sitting on top of the large mountain range in the distance, relying on their strength to keep it afloat. Though brilliantly white, it was softened by a golden glow draped over it like a silk curtain. As it rose, it replaced the pinks and oranges of dusk with clear, amber-hued tranquility over all the earth…or wherever she was.
She longed to close her eyes to breathe in the sounds, smells, and feelings more deeply, but she resisted, for fear of missing any of the sights in case it turned out to be nothing more than a delightful dream. Instead, she drank in the awesome artistry of the Creator’s display around her. Just when she thought it couldn’t be any more breathtaking, she began to hear the singing. Nearly a whisper chorus at first, her heart thumped rapidly as the ethereal sound grew into a joyous overture in a language she’d never heard.
Looking around for the owners of such beautiful voices, she expected to see something magical. It seemed like the type of place where one could have such expectations. Her eagerness fell to bewilderment when she saw nothing but the illuminated valley basking in the lunar spotlight. In an effort to satisfy her curiosity, she decided to take a few brave steps even further to embark on a small quest.
Following the continuously rising song, she climbed over a subtle hill and was stopped by the sight below it. A large patch of formerly golden dandelions now turned to fluff was aglow in the moonlight. For whatever reason, she knew she needed to see them more closely. Besides, the song was definitely coming from that direction, so she’d have to walk by them anyway. She walked cautiously toward them only to have her throat seize her breath as she reached the edge. They were singing. Somehow, in this enchanted land, the little things were alive and filling the skies with their stunning, mighty song.
She knelt down in the plush grass beside them, as they expressed no fear or surprise by her presence, and studied what she saw. Unbelievably, she discovered a whole civilization of absurd-looking creatures with wild, silken hair and thin, stem-like bodies with no limbs. They did, indeed, resemble dandelion seedlings, but were clearly nothing of the sort. They looked more like crazy cartoon characters that had all styled their hair (if one could call it that) via electrocution. She audibly chuckled as she marveled at their adorably silly appearance, when one bold creature suddenly stopped singing and greeted her heartily.
To be continued…
Hey, Sweetheart — I felt like I was there and didn’t want to leave. Being the person that I am, I found a few typos! What did you expect? I am your Mom! Love you and looking forward to the next chapter.
Thanks Mom! When we talk later, you should tell me where the typos are so I can correct them. 🙂 Love you too.