The Prompt:
Places
Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?
A never-ending stretch of black over vast expanses of gold below the blanket of rich blue with scattered speckles of white . The lonely road ran into eternity cutting across the thick grasslands made of dry grass and weed. The sun was at its glory making every blade of grass glow spectacularly. But the subtle wind kept the heat from taking its toll over the two bodies that were riding on a red monster.
They were a spectacle. Dressed in black from head to toe including the riding gears and the helmet. Had an angel been watching them from the sky, they would have appeared like a steadily moving black bug over a golden canvas. They were riding since morning and she was the bedazzled pillion. Every part of her body was screaming with fatigue but the simplicity of her surrounding baffled her. Even though the view hadn’t changed much in the last few hours she was just amazed that an empty road in the middle of nowhere could bring her such joy.
The smell of weed hit her when she opened her visor. The urge to get off the bike was overwhelming. She asked her rider to give her a few minutes. The moment her feet touched the road, she collapsed on the grass beside. Her rider was of course surprised at her behaviour but for her this was bliss. She took off the helmet and stared straight up at the pristine blue sky. Was this some different shade of blue or is it that she noticed the sky for the first time? The wind carried the smell of wilderness blowing softly over her stretched out body. The grass beneath was pricky yet soothing. The small shrub adjacent to her was ugly in some dull shade of green. She felt her fatigue being absorbed by the earth slowly with tiny shivers tingling her extremities. Aah, she could lie there forever.
That feeling of belonging on some roadside in a faraway land is what you experience in any place that’s yours. Mine is the mountain. What’s yours?
Places
Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?
A never-ending stretch of black over vast expanses of gold below the blanket of rich blue with scattered speckles of white . The lonely road ran into eternity cutting across the thick grasslands made of dry grass and weed. The sun was at its glory making every blade of grass glow spectacularly. But the subtle wind kept the heat from taking its toll over the two bodies that were riding on a red monster.
They were a spectacle. Dressed in black from head to toe including the riding gears and the helmet. Had an angel been watching them from the sky, they would have appeared like a steadily moving black bug over a golden canvas. They were riding since morning and she was the bedazzled pillion. Every part of her body was screaming with fatigue but the simplicity of her surrounding baffled her. Even though the view hadn’t changed much in the last few hours she was just amazed that an empty road in the middle of nowhere could bring her such joy.
The smell of weed hit her when she opened her visor. The urge to get off the bike was overwhelming. She asked her rider to give her a few minutes. The moment her feet touched the road, she collapsed on the grass beside. Her rider was of course surprised at her behaviour but for her this was bliss. She took off the helmet and stared straight up at the pristine blue sky. Was this some different shade of blue or is it that she noticed the sky for the first time? The wind carried the smell of wilderness blowing softly over her stretched out body. The grass beneath was pricky yet soothing. The small shrub adjacent to her was ugly in some dull shade of green. She felt her fatigue being absorbed by the earth slowly with tiny shivers tingling her extremities. Aah, she could lie there forever.
That feeling of belonging on some roadside in a faraway land is what you experience in any place that’s yours. Mine is the mountain. What’s yours?
