Everyone has their favorite place, if it’s in their heads or in real life. This is about one of my favorite places. This place would be the place I’d always go to whenever I had the free time. Even if I didn’t, I’d take the project I was working on and finish it there. No one ever went to the place or did I tell them where I was going so I was all alone in complete solitude.
I used to live on a farm, out where no one could see. When you step outside you will see never ending acers of farm crops, dry land, and small patches of woods scattered at the edge properties. However, there was a trail biking trail a couple miles away despite the lack of people. I would go to this trail every day, alone.
On my walk there I would memorize my surroundings, the cracked abandoned roads until I knew every pot hole and split in the pavement. To both of my sides were deep, dry ditches with knee high grass that sways in the wind. These ditches were rather ugly, spots of the grass were dead with chemicals or hideous weeds would pop out making the ditch look even more unkempt.
Only on occasion would a car bounce by me, making me snap out of my self-consumed dream, scaring me to making me cautious. That didn’t last very long, I’d slip right back into that comfortable place where if felt like I was invisible. I’d continue to stare at my feet, only paying attention to the ground under them. Then, look up for a second to see how far I walked or where my next turn was.
Right next to the opening of the trail was a giant house. This house was four stories and twelve windows just on one of the faces. This house intimidated me, the flacking paint to the missing stones one the chimney. I always felt foolish walking fast to escape the presence of this house, but the way is sat there made it look like it was alive, watching anyone that passed by. I made sure that a kept away from it because I thought if I got too close it would come alive and attack me. This again made me feel irrational for thinking a house could come alive and hurt me. I didn’t what to find out “rather safe than sorry” right?
When leaving the horrific house I’d enter the trail, this was nothing like the beginning of the trip. This had a paved strip that never curved and never had one stone out of place. At either sides had deep beautiful ditches, healthy grass with colorful flowers sprinkled randomly. As I would get deeper into the path the number of trees would increase, first there would be a neat line, then would gradually add more and more trees until you would walk through a full forest.
If you would walk a couple more miles, you’d come upon a small bridge. What’s under this bridge was my favorite place. Declining through trees and tall grass would be a little place to sit under. I’d rest on stones that had been washed up by the stream, they were small and comfortable. Looking at the fish in the water was the most peaceful thing you have ever experienced. Looking at an animal in its natural habitat, watching it and trying to understand what it must be feeling was so calming. Just watching the soft wrinkles flow through the water.
Looking up through the grass was more interesting than you would think. Would see a lot more things that you wouldn’t see looking down at it. For example all the bugs and hidden flowers, the skunks, muskrats and wood chucks, but my most favorite, was deer that would wonder alone the water’s edge. Occasionally they would be followed by fauns awkwardly trying to keep up. Not being spooked by my presence because they knew I was a harmless animal that wouldn’t think of hurting another.
This is my favorite place because I view it as the most peaceful place I have encountered. This always made me happy no matter had happened or what the weather was. This place made me forget about the bad and think positively for my life and the future. It made me feel like time or other manmade items weren’t invented. Felt like there was no hatred or suffering in the world, this is the happiest place for me and I loved it.