They stood at the edge of the forest.
“Come on!” He urged and ran up the winding path.
She hesitated. Then, she followed.
Her first step fell on the dew-kissed grass
Her second, on a mound of soft earth
Her feet sunk in, tickled by her senses.
She spread her hands out, looked around with wide eyes
Rough bark grazed her fingertips and drew a giggle
From her lips
He heard the giggle and turned around
Five feet ahead of her, yet, thousand of miles between them
Somehow, today, he felt a little closer.
He grabbed her hand.
“Come on!” he urged again
He pulled her along to his secret place.
“Here!” he says, 5 minutes later.
The smell of damp earth wafted in the air
Tickled her nose, caressed her senses
Slowly she followed the sound of his impatient voice.
Her first step fell on a patch of wet ground,
Her second step fell on something…
Something cold and something solid,
Something cold and something liquid,
Something cold and strong, also,
Something cold and something gentle,
She gasped and pulled her step back.
As her feet sank in the soggy earth
As her hair was lifted by the humid breeze
An unnoticed tear rolled down her flushed cheek.
“Why’d you stop? Come on!” his voice jolted her up
And stopped her tears.
She took that second step again,
And a third, and a fourth
A wondrous smile lit up her face.
“This is my lake” his proud voice came to her ears
And made her laugh.
“Why is it yours?” she asked.
“Because only I know about it” all of his 10 year old pride
Stuffed into that single sentence
“And now you,” he graciously granted.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
And her hand was taken up in his.
“It’s cold, isn’t it?” he asked
Tears flowed out of her empty eyes
And dampened the blank canvas that
Life had given her…
“It’s beautiful,” she laughed.
A winding path, a canopy of trees
A cacophony of birds, a feeling of peace
It’s the story of an afternoon in the forest
Spent by a blind girl and her dear friend.