Wednesday, October 05, 2005
The Unborn Princess
Yellow autumn leaves falling in a downward, spiralling eddy...
His mind registered it a split second after his eyes and hands shifted the steering wheel a little to avoid the falling cascade.
How... odd. Temperate leaves in a tropical country... Falling in such a strange manner.
"I wish I could stand under them, lor" she said.
He glanced at her askance for perhaps a second too long.
This simple creature at his side... with her penchant for fairies, unicorns, and dolphins was, after all, an aesthetic creature with the soul (if not the tools) of an artist. She didn't realise it herself, perhaps; she was too... young in these ways, but her natural inclinations were invariably towards beauty, and magic. He knew the ways well... he had spent a lifetime reading, writing, and reminiscing about them. (Ha, Jean Danke - it's reminisce ABOUT. ABOUT. OK?? Not reminisce the moments. Hmph.)
She was a princess... waiting to be born.
He wondered if she would ever find that perfect moment of circumstance for her soul to unfurl into full bloom. He wondered... if she even knew that that was what she was searching for.
He wondered if he could perhaps stand by her side and guide her path...
The mental image of her standing beneath a shower of slowly falling gold and red leaves, settling gently onto her shoulders and all around her on the ground lingered for a while.
He said nothing, and continued to drive.
His mind registered it a split second after his eyes and hands shifted the steering wheel a little to avoid the falling cascade.
How... odd. Temperate leaves in a tropical country... Falling in such a strange manner.
"I wish I could stand under them, lor" she said.
He glanced at her askance for perhaps a second too long.
This simple creature at his side... with her penchant for fairies, unicorns, and dolphins was, after all, an aesthetic creature with the soul (if not the tools) of an artist. She didn't realise it herself, perhaps; she was too... young in these ways, but her natural inclinations were invariably towards beauty, and magic. He knew the ways well... he had spent a lifetime reading, writing, and reminiscing about them. (Ha, Jean Danke - it's reminisce ABOUT. ABOUT. OK?? Not reminisce the moments. Hmph.)
She was a princess... waiting to be born.
He wondered if she would ever find that perfect moment of circumstance for her soul to unfurl into full bloom. He wondered... if she even knew that that was what she was searching for.
He wondered if he could perhaps stand by her side and guide her path...
The mental image of her standing beneath a shower of slowly falling gold and red leaves, settling gently onto her shoulders and all around her on the ground lingered for a while.
He said nothing, and continued to drive.
