Spring

Authors note: I am continuing “Autumn” and “Winter” (two previous posts that are in like an order. Like a series of books. I am again focusing on transitions.

I am in the woods (again) and I look up and see the sun shining through the trees. As I walk along the path in the woods I now realize how much things have changed since I was out in the woods last. There are no more icicles hanging from trees and the snow is starting to melt. I continue walking and I see the small stream again. It has many little pieces of ice floating down it as it continues on. I walked through the tunnel lined with crystals shining in the dim light. I slowly climbed down the narrow path to the bottom of the cliff.

When I got to the bottom I looked around and thought about how it would be if I had never found this place. Probably boring. I brought a saw a hoe, a shovel, and a
wagon of bricks. I was going to make a brick path to the cabin I found.

I started hoeing to the cabin. It was hard work and it went till noon then I ate a lunch and started sawing off the tree branches that I could walk through the path without hitting my head. Then I shoveled into the ground where I wanted to put the bricks I placed them in and filled in the cracks with dirt then I used the hoe to scrape the excess dirt off of the top of the bricks. I was finally done.

I was tired so I went to the cabin that I found with the flag fluttering in the breeze. When I got in I turned on the heating and took off my coat. In about five minutes I was surrounded in warmth and was asleep.

My dream was one of the worst I ever had.

I saw one of my close friends. Then a giant tree fell down and hit them. They were struggling at trying to hold the tree up. I tried to run towards them and help but when I ran… I never got closer. Then the worst thing happened… they couldn’t hold it. Crash! The tree squished them. I woke up and looked around. I was still in the cabin. I was fine.

I looked at the clock and it said it was 6:07 AM. I decided to get up and watch some TV to get my mind off of the dream I had. I eventually left and went home. I walked along the path I made and thought that it was pretty smooth. When I arrived at home I told my mom about my dream.

I continued hanging out in the woods whenever I could. And after a few weeks I had completely forgotten about my dream. I had better things to think about, like summer break which was coming up in a few weeks.