Pressurize

The problem with having a writing blog is part of me wants to just half-ass it. A limerick a day and leave it at that. Maybe free verse a few poems when I get tired of rhyming.

The other problem is I want to be inspiring and write something people will love and be in awe of. I want people to laugh, to cry, to just plain ole smile when they read what I write.

And that's a lot of pressure!


Scenery


The grand forest was serene.

This wasn't unusual, it was always a relaxing place to take a walk. People always went for walks in the forest because this particular forest, despite being rather lush with trees, was always well lit. Even on the darkest of nights you could see light no matter how deep you went into the forest. And because it was so lush you didn't have to worry about the weather!

Even on the rainiest of evenings the forests canopy would shelter you from the storms. The winds would blow but the mighty pine and birch and maple trees would stand strong and block the wind from anyone who walked through this forest.

So its no surprise that a young woman was walking through the woods one day with a sun hat on. She was admiring the scenery. It was the turn of fall and all the leaves had changed colour. Vibrant reds and oranges were everywhere. The young woman could hardly contain her excitement.

She stopped in the middle of a well worn path to look up at the leaves. It was mid day and the warm sun bathed the forest in a glow that painted the leaves like a stain glassed window. The leaves at the highest branches would fall off and slowly drift to the ground.

While the woman was looking up her hat slid off her head. It felt to the floor and lay there. She hadn't noticed her hat fell because she was so engrossed in the spectacle, and a few leaves had fallen on her face sliding gently to the forest floor. She continued on, leaving the hat behind.

As fall progressed, the hat was eventually covered in leaves. As the winter winds blew in snow began to fall and the leaves began to rot. The hat stayed on the floor of the forest.

As the snow piled up the hat was eventually buried. The grounds of the forest were entirely white. Even the mighty canopy couldn't protect from snow. And so the forest remained in this state for some time, until a man came walking into the forest.

The man was Victor. He had an affinity for winter and a particular love of this forest. He had walked its paths many times since he was a child. Even without the signs put up he knew his ways around. And today, for whatever reason, he decided to walk through the forest.

As he came along the same path the young woman took months ago he stopped and stared at the landscape before him. The snow covering everything, the silence and stillness of winter, it filled him with awe. He took a deep breathe, and started to walk when his foot slipped on something.

At first he thought it was just ice and was going to dismiss it. Then, as if planned by the fates, he stopped and decided to see what it was he slipped on. He bent down and started to dig around the snow. After a few seconds he found the sun hat. All wet and worn from the weather.

Victor pulled the hat from the snow and turned the inside out and checked the label. The name of the young woman was written there. He smiled. Victor had already made up his mind. He was going to return the hat to its rightful owner.

Victor tucked the hat under his arm, and rushed out of the woods.