I call out to the ball of light that shimmers a few yards ahead,
wondering what it is made of as it shines brightly and
pulsates with energy. The light floats gently through a
path that has been carved by nature, with trees on either
side and twigs loosely scattered throughout the road.
A cool mist hangs in the air, and the light makes its way
through an open fence. I follow the light, beckoning out
to it and asking what it is looking for.
The light responds with calm throbbing and continuous
flashes of power. We make our way forward into a
courtyard lined with trees, bushes, shrubs, and fountains.
I thank the light for allowing me to observe the surrounding
scenery. We amble our way through a flight of stairs, and I
wonder where this light will continue to take me.
We enter an open field with multitudes of flowers, bushes,
and a stream bubbling its way through. I follow the light
across the stream, in which I wade and feel the coolness
of the water. Upon exiting the water I notice that the light
hovers near a set of wooden poles that are connected in the
form of a square. The light then makes it way toward
a tall boulder and appears to rest for a bit. I lean my hand
upon the boulder, which feels almost icy cold, and take
in the scent of ancient stone mixed with rustic spices.
I follow the light toward a cottage nestled among pecan
trees and flowering bushes. The front door is open. When
we walk in, I hear the sound of an old vinyl record playing,
with occasional cracks and whistles.