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milliways_bar2017-04-04 01:58 pm
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It's one of those Spring days. One of those days when the sunlight is bright and warm upon your face, but the breeze is cool and refreshing. When the trees' first leaves are still that impossibly bright green, still just beginning to unfurl and turn to follow the sun. The grass is soft and clean under one's feet, and the garden plants are starting to wake up and get down to some serious growing.
And there is a Sunshine, feeling better - feeling more herself, certainly - sitting on a stone bench in the lee of one of the blossoming cherry trees. Her head is tilted to rest lightly against the tree trunk, her upturned eyes partially closed. The morning sun warms her back and shoulders, but the rest of her is dappled with the shadows of the blossoms above her, fluttering in the breeze.
If one were feeling generous, one might say she is meditating, or practicing mindfulness, or something high-minded like that. A cynic (or someone who knows her) might remark that she's probably fallen asleep. With more accuracy, one might say that Sunshine is just letting herself be, at the moment. Not thinking or worrying or trying to accomplish anything. Just soaking in the sunlight and existing, for a while.
It's very easy, when she lets herself unfocus, to let her gaze drift into the more visionary depths of her Dark Sight. At the moment, Rae is following the cascade of little sparks following the veins in each flower petal, basking in the tree's delight in the warm light of the Spring sun, the way its branches stretch and reach for it with every fiber of their being, and the tree's trust in the strength it draws from its roots, spreading, searching, down in the darkness under the earth.
It is occasionally good to be reminded that one can be pulled both ways and still sometimes, somehow, find peace.
And there is a Sunshine, feeling better - feeling more herself, certainly - sitting on a stone bench in the lee of one of the blossoming cherry trees. Her head is tilted to rest lightly against the tree trunk, her upturned eyes partially closed. The morning sun warms her back and shoulders, but the rest of her is dappled with the shadows of the blossoms above her, fluttering in the breeze.
If one were feeling generous, one might say she is meditating, or practicing mindfulness, or something high-minded like that. A cynic (or someone who knows her) might remark that she's probably fallen asleep. With more accuracy, one might say that Sunshine is just letting herself be, at the moment. Not thinking or worrying or trying to accomplish anything. Just soaking in the sunlight and existing, for a while.
It's very easy, when she lets herself unfocus, to let her gaze drift into the more visionary depths of her Dark Sight. At the moment, Rae is following the cascade of little sparks following the veins in each flower petal, basking in the tree's delight in the warm light of the Spring sun, the way its branches stretch and reach for it with every fiber of their being, and the tree's trust in the strength it draws from its roots, spreading, searching, down in the darkness under the earth.
It is occasionally good to be reminded that one can be pulled both ways and still sometimes, somehow, find peace.