The rain drips down
From leaf to leaf
Eventually landing on my face
I'm on an unbeaten path
I'm searching for shelter
Its wet and cold
I notice the layer of fog is thick as I hear the sound of small twigs being broken Under the weight of my foot
I feel the tickel of the ferns brushing my ankles
The sound of the rushing river to my right
I'm overwhelmed by that feeling you get when you're alone
Looking for
Something
Someone
Somewhere
To bring a sense of company
That's what walking in the woods feels like
It's not that you want the company
But a sense that you need it
Almost nervous with the need of companionship
The smell of crackling wood sneaks through the damp air
Touches the tip of my nose first
Then my lips
I know I'm close
I see the faint glow of a fire as I approach a clearing
My eyes
Captivated
Move from the licking flames to the material of the tent
I notice the intricate details of the leather patches sewn together
Hugging each other
As if to say
I'm here to keep you warm
I move closer to the entrance of the tent
Feeling the weight of the leather with my fingers for the first time
Slowly I move the opening to my right and step inside
The room smells of herbs and spices and has a glow of sunset orange
There is a single table in the center with a tea pot and two cups
The cups don't match
My bare feet feel the hand crafted rug beneath them
I start to feel a warmth travel to the tip of my fingers
There are lights strung inside
as if to say
You are home
I take a seat on one of the beautiful pillows set around the table
As my eyes drift from the carvings on the top of the table to the man sitting across from me
A smile sprouts along my face
But just enough where you can see
a sliver of my teeth
The man sits there and offers me a cup of tea
He is undeniably beautiful
My thoughts of wanting to be alone are being torn out of my heart
Being replaced by a love so strong
It seems that I could never love another person so much
He seeks into my soul with his knowing eyes
Telling me without a word falling off his tounge
That I am safe
I am wanted
I will never be alone again
When I remember the tingling cold that was on my hands and feet as I walked to find this place
When I remember the sleepless nights and days it took to get here
When I had gotten lost
I know that I am here to stay
About the Creator
Beth Carter
Our species needs, and deserves, a citizenry with minds wide awake and a basic understanding of how the world works
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