The snow fell quietly as they walked, talking of nothing, warming themselves in the fire of each other’s embrace. The unearthly silence surrounded them in a careful caress, watching over them with motherly eyes. The lies of the day were gone, far from the mind, and the blackened, barren trees bore the gentle snow as the lovers walked. The tracks behind them were isolated, sometimes blending into each other, melding into each other like the bones of people in love. They fit together perfectly, the perfect curves of love bending to accommodate the pain of life, exercising it from the body like an unwanted ghost. The snow fell, and they basked in the hushed world, twining together in endless happiness.
There is something to be said for mountains. They are serene, their world a quiet transcendence of nature, a cornucopia of peace. I could sit for hours in the trees, allowing my thoughts to wander at the slightest breeze, feel the gentle sway of emotion and oneness that ebbs at my consciousness. I could wrap myself in the forest floor, pull the wind down to cover my body, feel the ancient stone beneath me offer its wisdom. I am safe from the outside world: separated from thrumming society and its unwanted pressures, free from interaction. Free in body and in mind; in the mountains, I can be the birds or the slate or the wind. I am uninhibited, I am wild. I am part of the mountain; I can feel its slowly eroding face smile, I can feel its conifers watch over me like sentinels, I can feel the ageless stone entreating me to join in its eternal dance with the seasons. There is something to be said for mountains. They are free.
Hello! Good morning! Or good evening, depending on where you are.
For those of you who don’t know me–which is to say, all of you–my name is Emma Kukuk. I’m a college student, but personality-wise, I’m still in kindergarten. I never take anything seriously, least of all myself.
I’ve decided to make this a sort of diary/writing blog. I’m a writing major, you see (I know, “unemployable” career choice, but I don’t see the point in majoring in something I hate and then spending my life in a box. I prefer to be free and happy, even if I’m living on the street).
Although seeing as how nothing really interesting happens to me (this is probably a lie), this will likely just end up being a writing blog. I’m very close to finishing my first manuscript you see. (Well not first, but first finished manuscript). So look forward to little vignettes!