Exploits in Literature

 Golden sand shimmered under the hot sun. Figures floated and sparkled above the desert sand. Dust devils bounced and skipped above the barren wasteland. The only moving things that could be seen other then the ghosts of mirages were that of vultures silently winging on the breeze. Their beedy black eyes against the wrinkled red ugliness of their skulls gleamed and scanned in search of prey. Upon closer look, one can see the grey diamonds that mark the ratllesnakes back as it lies sunning on the rocky surface. His tongue flicking out and in as he searches the heat of the desert for his dinner. Nervously, a grey field mouse twitches his nose in search of any strange scents that the wind carries.  Amongst the saguaro, cardon, barrel, and prickly pear cactus, small bright colors intersperse the green of the cactus and gold of the desert sand.  More subtle to these flowers, the sand verbena and fairy duster add pinks and lavenders to the sandy floor. They mirror the pale pink...

Sighs echoed in the empty spaces. Rain beat down creating a cacaphony of sound. Clouds hang low in the sky. The green of the leaves and grass appeared darker. In the storm clouds, she could see melancholy. It matched her mood. She turned from the window. Another sigh escaped her lips, she felt  stagnant. Through the closed windows, she could hear birds singing. The wetness of the forest appeared as if a fairy-tale. The vines clung and draped across the trees like robes and ornaments. Even fallen trees and rocks appeared enchanted with moss cleaving to their surfaces. The wind gently whistled through the leaves and branches. Winding it's way on a narrow track, a stream gurggled and laughed it's way deeper into the trees. The forest was enchanted. A fairy land.  The rain had stopped. The clouds still hung listlessly above the trees. They seemed to want to gather courage to stay. Any moment they could erupt.  The trees reached leafy arms upwards. Remaining melancholic, the s...

 The sky was azure. Flittering and winging above the trees that lined the path, small sparrows and mockingbirds sang to each other. Uneven and rocky, the path felt solid under her feet. The smells of dust, flowers, trees, and sunlight floated around her. Covering her senses and body, the sunlight embraced her in a warm hug. She felt accepted.  The warmth spread into her bones. She felt refreshed.  The path widened. She paused, ahead stood what she had searched for. The canyon spilled out before her. Like a wide riverbed, the valley rolled and sank in hills and clefts. Standing on the precipice, she drank in the many sounds, smells, and colors that wafted upwards. She sat on the edge. Her eyes closed. She allowed the sounds and smells to engulf her. She smiled. It was peaceful. She was safe.  Serendipity