Happy Place: Version 2 by Rebekah Faith
Our homework is to make up a "happy place"...
How lame is that?
But it has to be done.
She described it as painting a picture...
I could do that.
Let's see...
In paintings, you always start with the background and work your way forward.
So. a sky...
A pinkish-purplish sunset...
Tall mountains in the distance...
She said to incorporate all five senses...
Well...
A warm breeze...
Birds chirping...
Let's add more visuals.
We're in a valley-a field...
Wild flowers are scattered around through tall grass swaying in the wind.
A lone willow tree stands majestically, backlit by the sunset.
Let's see, sight?
Check.
Touch?
Check.
Sound?
Check.
Smell?...
The sweet scent of the wild flowers mixed with the musk of oncoming rain.
Check.
Taste?
Hmm...
Berry bushes mark a path along a stream in the distance.
Those berries are bittersweet and tangy.
Check.
Now, we're supposed to give it motion...
So, more like a movie than a painting.
She said to make it our ideal place.
Well, I like music...
Specifically...
The tall boy stands there, looking perfectly at ease.
I wanted to put excruciating detail into this part of my "happy place."
He was roughly six feet tall.
His dark hair was cut almost short, but still long enough to curl around his neck and ears.
His eyes shone crystal blue in the twilight.
A slight smirk was placed on his lips.
He was leaning against the willow tree with the sleeves of his plaid button-up rolled up to his elbows.
In a twisted attempt at humor, bagpipes sounded in the distance.
He laughed lightly, showing his perfect teeth.
To finish off my ideal place, he began to sing...
In Irish Gaelic.
His deep voice echoed in the valley...
To recap my creation: field, flowers, willow tree, sunset, mountain backdrop, breeze, birds, berry bushes, stream, distant bagpipes, and he is there singing in a beautifully unique language...
The only thing missing...
Is me.