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Enchanted fields of dreams

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Gosh! I very nearly missed the train.

With minutes to spare, I quickly sit back in the seat, quite breathless.

That hectic meeting with business associates went on till eternity!

Phew. I now relax.

Breathe.

I smile, and look out the window.

The swaying motion of the train plays a gentle lullaby.

I feel my lashes softly rest upon my cheeks.

My mind quiet, my thoughts silenced.

I drift away…

The train ride takes me through enchanted fields of dreams.

Fairies abound and…

Quaint little magical castles in which elves dwell.

Gnomes go helter-skelter beneath ivy creepers.

Pixies up to no good, grin from ear to ear.

Trolls, grumpy, stomp up and down wooden picket fences.

Unicorns, majestic, gallop with other steeds.

Witches pick roots and insects for cauldrons.

Hobbits emerge from dainty grassy dwellings.

Fields of fifty shades of green, stretch as far as the eyes can see.

Then, trees. Trees, and more trees.

One tree suddenly appears near the window.

A leafless one. Branches, draped in brown. Naked.

But on looking closely, I observe tiny green buds, polka dotted here and there.

Each bud, waiting, rather impatiently, to dramatically burst forth into life and bring with it, a rich harvest of hopes and dreams for a fruitful tomorrow.

And, the moment one small bud opens, my eyes too, open at the announcement of my destination.

As I step out onto the platform, I breathe. Deeply.

And, I smile. It’s a new day…for a promising tomorrow; a verdant future.

Just as the enchanted fields of dreams foretold.

 

Maloquacious © 2019

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The tale behind the Autumn tree

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Autumn is the season of many colours. Rust, orange, brown, yellow, green, bronze, maroon, grey and beige. Indeed, Fall has a unique charm of its own. Utterly stunning. Simply enchanting!

It’s as if from beneath the coloured leaves, wee fairies, elves and gnomes will suddenly pop up and add a magical sparkle to the already delightful season.

As the richly tinted leaves rustle about on the ground in windy weather, high above, the trees stand tall, strong and bare. All that is seen is a maze of naked, spindly branches.

Looking at it, I am forced to dwell on its strange similarity to the way our life is. True, life changes. Conditions and situations never remain the same. They change. And as life changes, so do our choices.

That maze of branches, each one going off in different directions, symbolises our various choices in life.

The bird knows exactly which branch to sit on. Wise. Good choice. Success!

In life, when I come to the crossroads, I hesitate, I pause; a little reluctant to make that choice.

Do I take the one most travelled on or the other, that’s less travelled on?

Yes, it is my choice. I do agree

But..

What is yours?

For..

that will make all the difference.

 

Maloquacious © 2017