November 11, 2001
Whew. I've written something like
Whew. I've written something like 5200 words this weekend, but I'm still about 1900 behind. I'm going to try and catch up tonight. I think I can do it, or at least I can come damn close. Here's an excerpt, written last night:
The pair stood on the top of the small hill. Crowning the hill was an almost perfect circle of pine trees, leaving a needle-covered clearing in the center about ten feet in diameter. The moonlight shone down into the clearing like sunlight streaming through cathedral windows, light touching holy ground. That sense of the sacred was strong here; many who visited the place noticed it. Some called it peaceful, others called it spiritual, still others said it was otherworldly. Very few saw it for what it really was.
The circle of pines was something of an oddity, its shape almost perfect enough to have been designed. A.J. somewhat abashedly let go of David's hand, and crossed the circle, the moonlight silvering her hair and silhouetting her figure as she moved. Here she moved with a grace she would have thought herself incapable of, and would have laughed had she been told of it. She turned and grinned at David. "Well? Was I right?"
David nodded. "You were right. It's amazing."
"You're not just humoring me?"
"No. No, absolutely not," David answered distractedly, caught up in looking around.
Although there had been no wind all evening, the breeze on top of the hill was gentle and constant, whispering with the pines in a language A.J. could almost understand. The last time she'd been here she'd been alone, and the quiet sanctity of the circle had both thrilled and unnerved her. Now with David here, the unnerving aspects were gone.
"...find this place?" David was asking.
"Hm?" A.J. glanced away from the full moon overhead and back to David.
"How'd you find this place?"
"Oh. I dunno, I just went for a walk one night last month and wound up here. It was like..." A.J. stopped.
"Like what?" David pressed.
"Never mind, it's stupid."
"No, what?"
"Well," A.J. sighed, "it almost felt like I was drawn here."
Posted by Lisa at November 11, 2001 05:24 PM