There was a peculiar silence, after what seemed like eternity. There were people around a mile away from the bark I sat on, their lips moving but their words turning into soft whispers as they floated upon the breeze. The bark lay among a thick cluster of grass at the top of the hill, its heavy weight pushing it into the mud. I stared at a dragonfly in a pool of dirty water formed within a depression in the bark, dipping and struggling to fly as its wet wings held it back. A drop of cold water trickled down my neck, diverting my attention towards the gray sky. It was raining.... You could hear the patter of rain, as it touched the crumpled autumn leaves scattered around, slipping down glistening blades of grass. It wasn’t like the sound of rain water hitting against glass window panes or a heavy pour gushing down metallic streets, but a scuffled patter, that slowly crawls into your soul.

I was far away from the world, but mortality of the moment made my thoughts wander around stepping back into it. I have come along way, but there’s a longer way to go. No matter what storms have shaken this forest, there has always been someone to turn to. However it is soon going to be time to step out of my bubble. I won’t say I’m one of those who have been completely cut off from the real world, complacent and snug in my sanctuary. But I haven’t been more than a distant observer, who can see and feel, yet with only my voice to speak for me... Will I be able to wake up one day, make coffee for myself, put on a warm overcoat and walk down that aisle, wading through the snow with a huge pile of books in my hand? ....I wonder who ‘he’ would be. Do I know him? Am I yet to meet him? Does he like the smell of moist mud when it rains?....

Some things just unfold with time. I’m a dreamer ahan, but not one to sit in waiting, longing for my destiny to reveal itself. The beauty of the dark sky lies in it's enigma... It’s a short life, and I want to taste every moment to its fullest.

The dragon fly made its way to the edge, throwing its wings over a mushroom, sprouting from within the pool of water, pulling itself up. It seemed to be resting after the long strenuous journey, watching the raindrops sparkle as they united with the water forming crystals on the surface. It's gonna fly. I know it still can. It's just the wings..they're drenched. It'll stop raining...soon...