Pine Foam

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    The wind blew erratically among the tall pines in that field on the outskirts of the city, as if it feared disturbing the sublime tranquility that settled due to the golden rays that pierced the grass. The sun, low and almost severed by the horizon, illuminated everything it could, and the rays discerned the perceived vitality between the bark of those old trunks.

    Now that I recall that, I feel the cold wind creeping through my memory and the rays of that afternoon enveloping my soul. The scent of fresh pine descended to the place where I found myself lost in thought, gazing at the blue sky cut by the branches of the pines. As I walked, I enjoyed hearing the crunch of dry branches under my feet and the brush of wild plants against my calves. In the midst of that peaceful walk, I was immersed in the memory and longing for that sea foam so akin to me.

    Suddenly, as if the memory of that shadow had such power over the surrounding environment, the wind fiercely lashed that hidden forest on the outskirts of the city. Then the wind sketched lyrical sounds among the grass and life became more static, if possible. The most noble moment of that afternoon was when I saw small snowy specks growing among the bushes. Wild blackberries hid those pearls that reminded me of loquats not yet ripe. I wondered, in those moments of admiring those anonymous buds, if anyone else could feel the same as I did in the midst of an afternoon far from the daily bustle of the city.

    I knelt and looked at the sky, hoping someone could hear the lament carried in my smile. A tightness in my chest told me that maybe, just maybe, someone was hearing my internal laughter while I let myself be enraptured by the cold twilight wind. I stood up and closed my eyes, remembering deep inside that there was indeed someone who could understand me, but he was as distant as the roots seeking water in the farthest reaches of the earth. Yes, I was — and perhaps still am — a rosemary plant with roots in the furthest depths, searching for that source of water that returned vitality and smiles as a token of having found it.

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