I must have lost my way. It was a sunny day…something rare in these parts of the earth. On such days, one is tempted to wander lonely ‘like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies’. Of course, I was a little away from the city limits but careful enough to mentally note down recognizable buildings or certain street names.
Suddenly I felt as if I was in front of a thick forest, enjoying the hospitality of the wild trees which produced gentle breeze as they danced to the tune of the gurgling brooks. Looking at the trees I said to myself, “their ancestors must have lived here…the present generation seems to be traditional to the core…as wild and inspiring as their forefathersâ€. I could also hear some strange noises…may be some wild creatures playing hide and seek.
Now, some four months after my first ‘adventure’, this route has become very familiar to me. A few steps away from here, there is a railway station and a couple of roads leading to the main street.
Vancouver may be cold and fussy most of the days, but on warmer days, it is a paradise on earth!
I can see that paradise, through the vividness of your words! Brilliant!
A prose poem!
I really get delighted to see your short & very well composed work of writing like this one.