// somebody told me that there's two sides to this life //
It was raining. A haze had lingered amid the treetops for the better part of the morning, and now that the sun was lowering from zenith, fine droplets descended alongside it. You could hear it more than feel it. A rustle in the leaves, the sussurration of tiny bells striking against rocks and fallen branches, the shimmering streaks of silver in the air as sunlight hit the droplets just so. The scent rising from sun warmed earth was heady and Maea breathed it in slow lungfuls, drinking down petrichor like it might coat her insides and make her light as the mist, as air, as the drifting wisps of cloud that shed tears without apologising.
Standing in the shade of an evergreen spruce to shelter from the rain, she searched the sky for rainbows. Lately she had been in a mood to wish on miracles. Tossing coins into wells, dreaming on shooting stars – and maybe, if she could find one, she just might go chasing after the end of a rainbow. It couldn't hurt, right? It was as likely to find happiness and golden treasure as it was to stumble over a second rose, and she really didn't have anything better to do with her time.
Standing in the shade of an evergreen spruce to shelter from the rain, she searched the sky for rainbows. Lately she had been in a mood to wish on miracles. Tossing coins into wells, dreaming on shooting stars – and maybe, if she could find one, she just might go chasing after the end of a rainbow. It couldn't hurt, right? It was as likely to find happiness and golden treasure as it was to stumble over a second rose, and she really didn't have anything better to do with her time.
Maea
// I think I might've chosen darkness over light //
