Aura

There is this place I never knew. A place I've never been to, a place far away somewhere in the outskirts of this world I live in. I always dream about it, I always wonder how it'd be to be there. In my dream, I stand miles away from this land and watch it glow. Cattle graze in fields outside an old tavern, the morning sunrise, the mist and the smoke from the chimney mixes up to create an aura that rises an urge within me to fly there and get lost in that place.

There are these mountains beyond those green fields covered with woods. Mountains, whose peaks covered in white glitter like silver when sun shines upon them in mid day. In the midst of the field stands alone a tree, far from its folks on the mountains, a wild tree in the tame, defiant to the might of tamed, it stands tall and hold nests to birds that come home in twilight.

The aura, never vanishes, it remains in the air. Its more like standing on the top of a skyscraper and seeing a distant land in countryside, you just want to get there to get yourself free of all the hustle of the city. You know you can't run straight away, 'cause if you do you're going have a fall and get yourself departed. Likewise you don't want to go downstairs and drive to that place. 'Cause you're afraid of the site simply being a mirage, you go and it vanishes away. So its better sitting here getting lost in the aura.