time the pilots opened the door to the outside world. I knew Lex had been here before, but still, his face looked as impressed by the place as I was, a little mouth hanging open in wonder kind of amazed.
Who wouldn’t be? Glorious sunshine, a maize yellow, shimmered over the small landing strip that was seemingly paved with white cement embedded with pearls. Not really, but it gave such an impression, as clean and shiny as it was. The pavement, if you could call it that, flowed seamlessly, like a small stream, into grass and then a jungle of sorts, given the thick foliage.
With that sunlight, pure and unfiltered without pollution, on the green of the moss covered trees, the leaves looked as if they might feel like a soft suede. Everything had a magic sheen to it, as if each tree, each fern, each flower, had been magically created, and then placed by some goddess. Who knows? Maybe they had. Maybe the whole of the island had been created by a sorcerer, and then spelled to be invisible to any other man.
One couldn’t help letting their imagination run away with them when faced with such amazing natural artistry. The temperature was just perfect, too. Maybe high seventies or low eighties, with a tropical breeze that kept any humidity at bay. Warmth bathed me, surrounding me like a cozy blanket. The air smelled like salt water, coming right up off the water to lift my hair and blow it lightly around my face. I took deep breath after deep breath, infusing myself with the goodness that floated on the air here, re-awakening every cell in my body.
Back to that magic thing, I could feel the very air making the energy in me awaken to tingle just beneath my skin. I looked down at my hands, expecting to see myself glowing. Sun or my powers, either way, my creamy skin did have a sheen to it. I’d never looked or felt more awake, or more alive, in my life. With that, I oddly relaxed and felt right at home.
To add to all of that, the sounds of the birds in those trees hit my ears. They were unlike any I’d heard before. Some songs consisted of one repeated note, not varying in pitch, like chirps or trills. Intermingling with them, as if singing in a choir, others songs consisted of two or even three notes with different pitches, bringing forth consistent repetitions like someone whistling a tune over and over again. I felt they sung to welcome me, as strange as that sounds.
When Lex took my hand and we walked to the end of the landing strip, just at the opening to the jungle, there was a small stone path that wound through. The tiny pebbles looked like river rocks, only more on the light grey and beige side. I felt like Dorothy about to step on some sort of yellow brick road. I could definitely compare this place to Oz; only, I didn’t want to wake up and find it a dream.
As if to welcome me just as my feet hit the stones, two birds landed on a branch over my head. I stopped Lex to gaze with absolute awe at their coloring. Their vivid blue, a true, deep aquamarine, covered their faces and bellies, while their red beaks, a ruby red, matched the speckled color of red and maize on their chests. As if wearing a coat of emeralds, from the tips of their heads to the bottoms of their tails were brilliant green feathers.
With bodies pressed together side by side, one tilted its head to the others. They looked like love birds. Now, you know you’ve read too many paranormal books when, faced with this breathtaking sight, you wonder if the birds are not really some sort of spies meant to check out the new arrivals. I laughed, a short, high chuckle at myself, that, when Lex looked at me like I’d lost my mind, erupted into a fit giggles at my overactive mind.
“You good?” he asked, his smile crooked, cute.
“More than. Just overwhelmed by all of this beauty in one place. We’ve just stepped off the landing strip and I get that sort of welcoming committee.”
“Get used to it,” one of
Who wouldn’t be? Glorious sunshine, a maize yellow, shimmered over the small landing strip that was seemingly paved with white cement embedded with pearls. Not really, but it gave such an impression, as clean and shiny as it was. The pavement, if you could call it that, flowed seamlessly, like a small stream, into grass and then a jungle of sorts, given the thick foliage.
With that sunlight, pure and unfiltered without pollution, on the green of the moss covered trees, the leaves looked as if they might feel like a soft suede. Everything had a magic sheen to it, as if each tree, each fern, each flower, had been magically created, and then placed by some goddess. Who knows? Maybe they had. Maybe the whole of the island had been created by a sorcerer, and then spelled to be invisible to any other man.
One couldn’t help letting their imagination run away with them when faced with such amazing natural artistry. The temperature was just perfect, too. Maybe high seventies or low eighties, with a tropical breeze that kept any humidity at bay. Warmth bathed me, surrounding me like a cozy blanket. The air smelled like salt water, coming right up off the water to lift my hair and blow it lightly around my face. I took deep breath after deep breath, infusing myself with the goodness that floated on the air here, re-awakening every cell in my body.
Back to that magic thing, I could feel the very air making the energy in me awaken to tingle just beneath my skin. I looked down at my hands, expecting to see myself glowing. Sun or my powers, either way, my creamy skin did have a sheen to it. I’d never looked or felt more awake, or more alive, in my life. With that, I oddly relaxed and felt right at home.
To add to all of that, the sounds of the birds in those trees hit my ears. They were unlike any I’d heard before. Some songs consisted of one repeated note, not varying in pitch, like chirps or trills. Intermingling with them, as if singing in a choir, others songs consisted of two or even three notes with different pitches, bringing forth consistent repetitions like someone whistling a tune over and over again. I felt they sung to welcome me, as strange as that sounds.
When Lex took my hand and we walked to the end of the landing strip, just at the opening to the jungle, there was a small stone path that wound through. The tiny pebbles looked like river rocks, only more on the light grey and beige side. I felt like Dorothy about to step on some sort of yellow brick road. I could definitely compare this place to Oz; only, I didn’t want to wake up and find it a dream.
As if to welcome me just as my feet hit the stones, two birds landed on a branch over my head. I stopped Lex to gaze with absolute awe at their coloring. Their vivid blue, a true, deep aquamarine, covered their faces and bellies, while their red beaks, a ruby red, matched the speckled color of red and maize on their chests. As if wearing a coat of emeralds, from the tips of their heads to the bottoms of their tails were brilliant green feathers.
With bodies pressed together side by side, one tilted its head to the others. They looked like love birds. Now, you know you’ve read too many paranormal books when, faced with this breathtaking sight, you wonder if the birds are not really some sort of spies meant to check out the new arrivals. I laughed, a short, high chuckle at myself, that, when Lex looked at me like I’d lost my mind, erupted into a fit giggles at my overactive mind.
“You good?” he asked, his smile crooked, cute.
“More than. Just overwhelmed by all of this beauty in one place. We’ve just stepped off the landing strip and I get that sort of welcoming committee.”
“Get used to it,” one of
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