Hope

She nestles herself in amongst the leaves…trying disappear. She feels like everyone is watching all the time and for that she doesn’t get a moments rest. So for now she will disappear and try to find the beauty in this place. A place that has taken her so far from those she loves and knows. The leaves entrap her…a popping crimson color among the lifeless grass. Beneath the feet are dull colored stones, laying like shattered glass. The air is cool and most of the trees are bare. Others stand straight and tall like a guard-standing duty over a mighty fortress. The trees give way to the entrance of the gate, turquoise yet pale in color. The birds are everywhere, chattering the day away…its almost as if their conversation was of some great importance. They flutter and dance in among the branches adding a bit of livelihood to ones day. The skies are gray and dismal…but the sunsets are a slash of heavenly color spilling out across the expanse of the sky. The colors so rich and vivid…like sirens calling out to you…. luring you in.
You accept the invitation and seek to know more. Just inside the mighty walls of the crème colored fortress are pathways leading to a magnificent fountain. The marble tiles tell of a story yet unheard. Around the corner come beautiful archways detailed in great beauty. Indistinct chatter tempts to pull her away, but she sees that it is nothing but mere complaints, they fall on deaf ears. Instead she turns her attention to the beautiful bells coming from across the way. “Ding ding dong” they seem to play a melodic tune, a hymn of sorts. Of course her description is obviously a far cry from the beauty of the sounds. It reminds her of a study of literature she once immersed herself in… “The bells the bells the bells” seemed to beckon in her mind like a broken record doomed to skip for all eternity.
Finally she makes her way to her destination. She decided since her first day here that this was going to be one of her favorite places. It wasn’t anything familiar but it had a sense of peacefulness to it. Something she has been craving for a very long time. A corner room, warm musty air seemed to engulf her almost immediately. She cranks open a window and allows the pouring sunshine to seep through. The sunshine falls on wooden floors and a desk nestled behind stacks of books yearning to be found. But few times has this getaway been found and there she finds her inspiration.