The Pink Journal

The snow covered walkway was icy and slick. Snow covered everything even the benches that lined the walkway. It clung to the bare branches of the black skeleton trees. Here and there were the tracks of animals of the path in the deep snow. The air was so cold that one’s breath would freeze as soon as it left the body. The sky was grey and heavy with the threat of more heavy wet snow.  The frosty mist hung in the air giving the day a gloomy frozen pall. The damp chill was bone chilling. It caused one to rush instead of taking the time to take in the beauty of the cold winter day.

RATING: G

SUMMARY: description of a mountain peak.

A/N: I just thought of the most peaceful place I could. I don’t know if its detailed enough for the assignment but this is how it came out in my head.

PROMPT: 7/12/12 muse prompts (detailed setting)

WORD COUNT: 170

MOUNTAIN'S PEAK

The sky is the color of cornflowers at this altitude. The fluffy clouds drift slowly creating shape after shape as they go. A lone eagle circles overhead. Its screeching cry fills the air.

The tall pines crowd the slope. Each one is trying to be the tallest. Their limbs invade each other’s space. The smell of pine pitch and wet leaves fill the senses. The chilled damp seeps into everything.

The scurry of a small animal breaks the silence created by the eagle’s cry.  The cracking of twigs and the rustling of leaves mark it’s path. The sound lessens as the little furry creature moves away.

The trickling of a stream can be heard in the distance as it travels to the valley below. Silver water flows over smooth rocks. Fish travel from here to there.

The dappled sunlight falls on the outcrop of rock. The moss and lichen cover the hard stone. Greens and grays lay mottled on its surface.

This is a place. This is the mountain's peak.

1. The earliest thing I can recall is my grandmother standing at the window waiting for my grandfather. This had to be very early since she died when I was three years of age. I have always believed that she is the reason that I am here today. Literally or course because she is my grandmother but also figuratively as well because she is said to have saved me from something terrible. I have always wanted to ask her what she saw while she looked out of that window.

2. My earliest memory of my sister was at our Nanny’s apartment. We were playing and it was lunch time. Nanny fed us salami sandwiches and my sister stole the salami out of mine. I remember her talking away about all sorts of nonsense. We were separated a few years later and we are adults trying to live in the moment and not regret the past.