Where the hills greet the skies

 WHERE THE HILLS GREET THE SKIES

I scramble atop the hill. Appa tells me to ' be careful'. Ok, I won't fall again. I turn around to look at the view. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the scenery. A crisp breeze whips my hair back and carries the wafting scent of fresh fruit from the nearby Mango tree. I am sure the chilly air must have made my cheeks pinker than cherry blossoms. Beneath me the stunning scene unfolds. Teeny tiny ant sized people move around unknowing of the gorgeousness around them. I watch first the innocent emerald green fields below me, and then at the rugged, craggy chocolate brown mountains above contrasting deeply with the azure blue skies. The fields are like babies looking upto their sister sky and brother mountain. The serene blue lake gazes as if she holds many secrets and stories, but in her ripples I feel a wistfulness that she can't tell her stories, but at the same time a hopefulness that someday she might. I close my eyes as I imagine what stories and hopes and dreams she may have. Maybe she wished one day to join the ocean. Perhaps she witnessed the rise and fall of many empires. Mayhap, she stared in dismay as her water, her lifeblood evaporated into the air and rejoiced when is fell back in as rain. Peradventure she suffered she when she was polluted by many careless people. 'it must be true' I reflect, 'that it must be thousands times worse when ignorant people harm you than truly cruel ones, for if they are truly cruel then you can go on despising them with the slightest tinge of guilt, but if they are ignorant, then if not in the surface, your heart of hearts will know that they aren't really to blame for it' I am interrupted from my musing-- musing is such a pretty word, it sounds like music to the ears-- when appa calls me back to my senses to tell me it is te to head down. I'll be back, if not tomorrow then the day after. By the way, tomorrow never really comes, does it? Then, is it fair, to promise to do something tomorrow? I mean you can just put it off, and NEVER do it. That would be TECHNICALLY fair, but ethically mean. Right? And off I float on golden wings past the porcelain gates and into the dewy flowerfeilds of a fairyland that only select few may enter.