THE MIST THE RAY OF LIGHT AND THE OLD FIREWOOD COLLECTOR

The misty lake is always store the beauty and mystery. I have already been there, sitting by the edge of the silence water front for almost an hour before dawn. When the Sunlight started glowing behind the mountain I saw the silhouette of of its shape, then step by step the scene getting more clear just like what I saw as a start show of a movie in the theater.

 

I stared around widening my eyes at every single point and wondered why I couldn’t see the mist above the water – where the legendary mist that many people told are.

Oh,… Wow! there it is, as soon as the light was about 60 o Centigrade above the earth, they flew over the water surface.  I was fascinated and stunned by my own fantasy, an Evil came out of the water with its long fingernails and large fangs swam toward me so fast. I was shocked and run backward – fell into the shrubs and my eyes were blinded slowly till I saw nothing.

 

Consciousness regained a few minutes later. I looked around no one but beautiful ray of lights attracted me to get up quickly. I kept standing there speechless and amazed.  The golden rays of lights shining from the crevices of trees and leaves down on to the water, glittering into many colors; orange, yellow, and red.

While I dance with the Rays Of Lights, I heard someone greeting me ” Good Morning Sir” He was standing so close to me and I didn’t even knew where he came from. I stopped dancing and ask him who he was. He looked up the sky for a moment and said that he was from there, the dense forest on the mountain as he pointed out the forest in front of me.

I came here for you, there maybe some thing I can do for you, he said.   Oh no,… I just came here to watch the mist and the rays of lights, I responded.  He smile gently, Come with me, we can have some hot coffee to warm up from chilly air here.

 

When we walked toward a direction, I saw a little old house not far from the lake. I asked him if that was his house. He said No. that belongs to an old man who has been here very long, an old firewood collector but he has never talked to people even none knows where the wood he collected had gone to…. So strange…. My nape chilled. We  silence till my questions broke it up. Where is the old man? we didn’t see any one in this house didn’t we?.. No we wont see him.

That old man leaves the house before dawn and returns home with the firewood at an Eagle sounds, almost at midday the eagle usually fly around for the prey every day. then the old man goes back to the woods until Sunset.

And what about you?.. I asked him again… what do you do in here? He told me that he just do fishing with his rickety bamboo raft once in a while.

 

I was quite enjoyed chatting with him and drunk the coffee he made until I realized that the sun is nearly above our heads. As soon as we finished the coffee, I said that I had to go back home. He smiled gently at me and said; Let us finish our coffee, toasted. Just in an eyes blink he was disappeared, the mug he held was fell down the ground and the one I hold vanished nowhere. I stood up and back off, and run as fast as I could, I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. My foot was stumbled on a big root of a tree and I fell down unconscious.

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