A first time for everything by chibichiquita, literature
Literature
A first time for everything
It was one of the first real spring days, the sun felt like it was warming for the first time in months, thawing up the ground. And while there still was snow in the shadows behind trees and boulders, the sounds heralded a more gentle season, with birdsong and gurgling creeks, the air smelled of anticipation and the elation of sprouting new life. Everywhere there were small signs, the squirrels seemed to hurry faster up the tree trunks, the birds were diving and looping in the sky and the rabbits and hares were running to and from. Even some insects were seen, a buzzing bumblebee here, a ladybug there. A beetle was sneaking down in a crack be
The large eagle circled three rounds around the mountain summit before it landed on top of its favourite outlook, a stand-alone marble obelisk. Half awake and half in dreams she watched the dark bird trough slightly opened lids, saw it fold its large wings and check out its surroundings. The pale light of dawn lingered, it was just minutes before the first rays of sunlight would hit the golden rooftop of the highest tower. The king was coming home. The eagle was his usual fore-runner. She moaned silently while turning around in her large bed, she had hoped for another day of peace and quiet. But that was not to be, she had to send away the young man who was sleeping beside her between the soft silken sheet, and then she had to finish all the work she had kept postponing. All the paper-works, all the briefings, a welcome-home dinner to prepare and last but not least she had to get herself ready for her kings return. She was his queen, but theirs was not a happy marriage. They
After twenty years and all kind of imaginable ordeals and then some, Odysseus had returned home. Finally he was back on Ithaka again, with his wife and son. Penelope's suitors did all lie dead and the mess they had made had been cleared out. As well as Penelope's doubt that it really was her husband returning after all those years. That the 40 something with salt-and-pepper hair and beard and weathered skin was the very same one as the handsome man who had gone off to war two decades ago. But the twinkle in the chestnut eyes remained the same, as well as the smile when he looked at her and the birth mark on his left hand. Not to mention the knowledge about their special bed, made from the huge olive tree growing right through the house. -That's why we can't move the bed, dearest one, Odysseus had laughed when she had made her inquire. -It is you, beloved! Penelope had smiled and the next moment the two bodies seemed to melt into one in the dim light of the olive lamp. All happiness