She walked slowly through the garden. Hair loose, hopes high, mind wandering. It calls to her. Solitude. Enveloped in the expression of the moment, she sought for a place to be. Time came to a halt as her mind raced forwards and backwards over what she had just experienced. She reached the far end of the garden where the walls were draped in green ivy. Here, she lay down surrounded by the sweet-smelling floral essence of the garden and descended into a daydream.
She was awoken from her reverie by the sound of approaching footsteps. Standing on the wall, she thought she caught a glimpse of blue drift behind a near-by bush. Pulled by curiosity, she left her daydream behind and exited her corner of the garden through an iron gate. Her bare shoulders felt the soft summer breeze as she walked along the gravel path. At the end of the lane, she turned right and there, alone on a bench, sat a girl. The girl looked pensive—almost frozen. Like if you were to disturb her, reality would be awoken as from a dream, and vanish. But her peaceful state was not to last, for upon seeing the newcomer, the girl on the bench leapt to her feet, took a long gaze at the bare-shouldered girl and disappeared.
Photos by Jess Osbrink
Words by Rachel Osbrink
