My Sacred Favorite Place
At my grandparent’s place whenever I had free time there was always a place I would love to go. When I didn’t have free time, I would try to go there anyways with what I was working on. Nobody else knew where the spot was, nor did I tell them where I was going so I was isolated in complete isolation.
My grandparents use to live on a homestead, out on a dirt road so far back you could barely see it from the main road. It was so far out that when you stepped out the door all you would see is the never ending expanse of crops, dry land, and little fixes of woods dispersed at the edge property. Nonetheless, there was a trail biking trail a couple mile away despite the absence of individuals. I would go to this trail each day, alone.
On my stroll there I would remember every detail about the walk, from the cracked abandoned roads to every pothole and split in the asphalt. To both sides were deep, dry trenches with knee high grass that swayed in the wind. These trenches were somewhat hideous, spots of the grass were dead with synthetics or ugly weeds would pop out making the dump look increasingly unkempt.
Just occasionally would a vehicle drive by me, making me wake up from my daydreams, scaring me into being aware of my surroundings. It didn’t last long as I’d slip right back into the comfortable surroundings that made me feel invisible. I'd keep on gazing at my feet, just focusing on the ground under them. Only to look up for a moment to see how far I walked or where my next turn was.
Directly alongside the opening of the trail was a large house. The house was four stories tall and it had at least twelve windows on just one side. This house intimidated me, the flaking paint to the missing stones on the chimney. I generally felt absurd walking quick to get away from the presence of this house, yet the way is stayed there made it seem as though it was alive, watching anybody that cruised by. I made sure to stay my distant as I thought if I came to close it would come alive. This made me feel unreasonable to thinking a house would come alive and hurt me, but I still didn’t want to find out.
When leaving the house, I'd enter the trail, it was not at all like the start of trip. It had a paved path that didn’t have a single stone out of place nor any bends. On either side had profoundly beautiful trenches, grass with beautiful blossoms sprinkled around all over the place. As I would get further into the path the amount of trees would grow, first there would be a perfect line, then over time there would be more and more trees until you’re walking through a full forest
A few more miles in and you'd find a small bridge. Under the bridge was my favorite place, making the entire trip worth it. Going past the trees and grass there would be a little place to sit under. I'd lay on stones that had been cultivated for by the stream, they were comfortable and small. Looking fish in the water was the most tranquil thing I’ve ever experienced. Watching animals in their natural habitat, watching and just trying to understand what it might be feeling was just as calming. Watching the soft ripples flow through the stream.
Looking toward the sky through the grass was more enchanting than you would might assume. You would see more things that you wouldn't see looking down at it. For instance, the small bugs and hidden flowers but my most favorite, was the deer that could been seen wondering along the water’s edge. Sometimes they would be trailed by fauns clumsily attempting to keep up. Not being frightened by me since they knew I was harmless and wouldn’t think of hurting anything.
It’s the most tranquil place I have ever experienced. No matter the weather or what has happened this little spot has always made me happy. It always helps me think positively about my future and forget about the woes of the past. The place under the bridge made me forget about all the hate and suffering in the world, making it the only place I wanted to be.
