BROKEN BRIDGE
I had a dream last night, I was hiking a mountain.
First I approach the mountain from a vast meadow covered with colourful wild flowers. Green, white, yellow, red, all spread on the meadow with random sprawl. It was calming the way the breeze swept the meadow, making those grasses and wild flowers dance. My heart found relaxation in that meadow.
The sun was high when I finally decide to leave the meadow and go into the forrest. The forrest was deep and full of live. The trees was old, big, and in many rays of green. Some orchids hangs here and there up on those trees, as if it seeks the sun rays that showers through the thick branches of leaves. Exotic birds that I don’t know the name of fly from one tree to another. Some strange sounds came to my ears. It was strange but not frightening. It is the sound of many animals mix with the sound of the wind that goes trough the trees. I was overwhelmed.
I wanted to become the wind and stroll trough that deep forrest, touching and carressing all of the trees, playing with all the birds. I want to fly up above those old trees and dive down to the moss covered ground. The forrest was a misty mistery filled with live. There was alomst no difference between night and days there. It was like forever is frozen still.
The forrest ended at a stretch of cliff. It was a deep cliff and there was a wooden bridge tied with ropes run accross that cliff towards a plateau on the other side. The golden rays of the morning sun made some strange plays of shadows and light to the cliff’s wall. I cross that bridge. The wind blew very hard while I was on that bridge, it made the bridge swings. I was worried, yet excited.
But then a lightning struck and burn that bridge, I ran as fast as I can to the other end, and when I reach that end, the bridge had completely broken and burnt. I looked accross and see the forrest and I was very sad. I couldn’t go back to that forrest and the meadow behind it. I couldn’t go back.
I wept, I didn’t know how long I wept, but the sun was high when the breeze swept my cheeks. The breeze gently swept my face and my hair, and it was like it also gently turn me around towards the mountain behind me. Then I realize, as if I was concious for the first time in that journey. I was standing there, on a plateau of white rocks, and it was surrounded with high rocks that stood like a huge white wall. I was mesmerized. There at one end of those walls was some pine trees standing like fences…. and there was stairs climbs up the wall starting from those line of trees. The sun was shining right to the stairs it almost made it glow.
I stepped forward slowly, and the image of the broken bridge, and the forrest, and the meadow was behind me, slowly dissapear into the fog. The mountain was glowing in a soothing white radiance, drawing me near. I started to climb the first step….and the breeze blew once again, carrying the sound of the birds. I close my eyes to treasure that moment.
And I woke up. I was in my room. It was five in the morning, and I can see the dark blue sky turning brighter from my window.
And the breeze blew trough my window, carrying the sound of the birds. They whispered to me,
‘Welcome to a new day’
That very morning, the rays of the not yet rising sun warmth my heart and bring life again in my soul.
