Throughout the month of December, I will be taking part in a 31-day writing challenge called Reverb 10. It is an annual event to look back and reflect on the last year and consider the potential of the approaching new year. Each day, I will respond to a writing prompt – 31 of them – in hopes of sparking a positive energy flow that will continue into and throughout 2011.
December 3 – Moment.
Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).(Author: Ali Edwards)
My moment might seem slightly selfish because it was when I had some time alone out in the woods at my uncles’ property last winter.
I am snowshoeing up around the cornfield in the late afternoon. The air is crisp and invigorating – like a Peppermint Patty being slathered all over your face. My lungs feel clean and full from the workout of snowshoeing, my legs tired yet strong. Best of all, I am out amongst the trees – all alone in the woods – yet surrounded by old friends. I soak in these few moments to myself that are all too infrequent these days. I stop to listen to the wind rush through the pines and evergreens – swooshing and shushing, creaking and clattering. The limbs of the old trees achingly sway back and forth. I place my hands on the trunk of one large spruce and whisper to it as I so often do when I am out in the woods. The trees are kindred spirits, protective and strong, gentle and loving, always growing, always there, always changing and yet staying the same. I feel connected to them, I always have and to be near them refreshes my mind and soul. There’s a soft, clasp of snow spraying off the trees and onto my face. It’s a welcome sensation against my red, warm cheeks – heated from the exertion of snowshoeing. I look back across the field at the house where my family is gathered before the warmth of the fire in the fireplace. Soft light falls out onto the snow from the living room window as night slowly edges in over the land. I close my eyes, taking in my surroundings, locking away the memory of the trees, the wind, the snow and the setting sun on this wintery day before I head back in. I am at peace. I am happy, content, serene. I am home. It is, for me, a perfect day.