Stone Angel
Stone AngelJust Wanting A Dream To Come True
It was a beautiful day when I woke up one morning in late July. I decided to wake up and go for a hike since I had taken this week off work to get out of the city and enjoy the wilderness. I started off on a path that is just down the road from my uncle’s log cabin. I entered it looking up at the blue sky and towering trees around me. I walked for about five maybe ten minutes and to the right of me there is a waterfall that opens up to an enormous pool of water. The water was clear as day, and as healthy as purified water. I was really hot from a ten-minute walk so I finished my water and filled up my canteen again and dipped my head into the water to cool off.
I decided to take a path towards an opening in a field. As I am walking down the path I notice a cabin in the distance. My surroundings open up to a field with, butterflies flying around, and as my foot stepped on a stick and it cracks beneath me, a deer pops its head up out of the long grasses as it is resting, realizing that I am not a threat to it. The grasses are as tall as my waist, Purple Lucifer’s stand out in the grass and look absolutely brilliant. The field isn’t very level; it has rolling mounds, which just magnify the beauty of the field. As I am walking around the field I wonder who or what I am going to see near the cabin. In the distance behind the cabin there are gigantic mountains, and the tips of them are covered with snowcaps.
As I continue walking towards the cabin, a person arises from the distant forest on the left-hand side of the field. As my eyes were focusing with the sun I could have sworn that the figure was an angel. Once my eyes focused with the sum I realized that it was a beautiful women in white clothing. She was holding a woven basket, and looked as if she was enjoying herself. I have never met this person before my entire life. She looked like my mother; she had the same facial structure, same colour of hair, and same posture.
I walked over to the beautiful women, and started a conversation with her.
“Good afternoon, my name is Kirk.”
“Nice to meet you Kirk, my name is Agatha.” she responds with an intriguing voice.
“Do you live in the cabin just over there?” I ask.
“As a matter of fact yes I do. My father built it when he was about thirty. He moved away from the city life and wanted to experience the wilderness for the rest of his life....
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