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It was dark when we decided to leave for our meadow. It's a small tract of undeveloped land...approximately 6 - 10 acres of completely overgrown forest and meadow. The fact that it is only 5 minutes walk from here makes it much more convenient than the park..and if you'd gone there, you would see why it is certainly superior.
We brought little with us, except a couple of beers, a candle, our love for each other and a sense of adventure.
Crossing the road, we slipped, undetected into the woods..the constant whoosh of passing traffic fading into the distance behind us.
It was dark, but we weren't afraid. Cautious we were, but alive. Unprotected..but free. We'd found a slice of Eden and learned why it is infinitely preferable to sitting in a peak-roofed box watching a glowing box with occasional trips to the dry or cold storages boxes to pull out a drink box or a box of crackers.
We were out of the box, stumbling along through the darkness into the wonderland of that meadow. Snagged by pricklies, tagged by burrs..awash in it all, we came upon a fallen log and sat for awhile.
I suggested that we gather dry sticks and things to make a fire, and so we left our log bench and made our way to the edge of the wood, where the trees stretched out their branches like sinister arms..no idea what might be out there. No clue as to the dangers which we might stumble across..happily unconcerned with such things.
Returning to our sitting log with a few handfuls of tinder, we lit a fire, then I cracked open the beers. Passing one to my beloved partner where she sat, I marveled at the way the dim light of a slim moon caressed her face and caused the tall weeds to glow with life in her presence. You could almost see their colors, almost feel the breath of motionless life coming off of them between their occasional dances in the gentle breezes that blew across that open space.
As we talked, I fell into the grass; no longer apprehensive of what I might find there, or what might find me. There were no enemies here. There were only curious insects and hitchhiker seeds, raccoons going about their business a few feet away. They wished me no harm..they wished only as I do, to live and be what they were born to be.
Time passed..and as the embers of our makeshift camplight began to fade, we thought to leave that magic place..having fed our souls upon a few fleeting hours of freedom without fear.
We stamped out the fire and made our way back. Returning to our peak-roofed box, with it's glowing cubes of amusements and its storage boxes filled with boxes of square crackers and rectangular milk cartons. And though we'd broken a few laws when we'd left our little cell block at the end of the block, we'd done no harm so it did our hearts good..and our wardens were none the wiser.
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