I looked across the windswept landscape. A few trees were in sight, but for the most
part it was just long, dry grass, bending almost to the ground in the strong wind.
Above me, the branches of the tree I stood under creaked and groaned continuously. At
times the strength of the wind was such that the tree seemed about to snap, and the
groans became more akin to screams.
No people were in sight, no buildings, no animals. I felt as though I were the only
creature in the world, with the grass rolling like waves endlessly in all directions.
I had never felt so alone, nor known such peace.
For a little while I didn't think. My mind was still and empty as I could never
recall it being before. No memories of the past plagued me, the problems of the
present were of no concern, and my hopes and fears for the future were negligable.
For a brief moment I saw myself as a small cog in a vast machine, replaceable,
short-lived, disposable. With or without me the world as a whole would not change,
and in my present frame of mind that didn't bother me, indeed it was a comforting
fact.
Then the moment was gone, and I shivered in a particularly cold gust of wind. I
began to think again, and remembered I was needed elsewhere. I stood, and hugging
my coat around me I strode back to the dwellings of man, feeling strangely hollow
inside. It is a feeling I can remember quite clearly on occassion, but mostly
forget.
I never went back to that windswept field, I never had the time or found the
opportunity. Nor am I able to recall exactly how I felt in that moment between
thoughts. This makes me feel sad, for I feel I have lost something valuable beyond
price, but cannot remember what it is.
None the less, in my dreams of Heaven, Nivana, the Afterlife, there is nothing but
an endless grassy field, and the roar of the wind in my ears.