A View from a Height

A place of intrigue and organic mystique; I picture myself perched atop a tree.

I dare not look down for the fear of falling would poison the beauty before me. A blanket of evergreens sweeps the landscape from the high hills in the west to the white rapids in the east. A hazy blue sky hugs the tree-line, before it filters and expands out into a magnificent open air space.

The air filling my lungs is light and oaky, infused with the scent of pine. What little wind there is sways my surroundings. In a tense moment, I panic and take hold of the nearest branches, lock my joints for balance and clench my eyes shut against the rocking motion vibrating through the tree. Some time passes before I feel stable enough to relax. It is then I decide it is time to make my descent.

I graze my eyes over the scenery once more. It is lush and vibrant with earthy colours and textures. The sun, once bright and untouchable, sinks slowly into the haze of dusk. The day’s light finally melts then oozes along the horizon, a puddle of sunset forms and refracts, dousing the entire world around me in a vail of brilliant orange.

There is peacefulness to the atmosphere that I allow myself to absorb. A smile settles on my face, cheeks numb with cold. The wind sinks and calms. A wave of internal clarity washes over me. I look down.