Aline Mazeto Roldan was one of our most enthusiastic students at ECSF, an English Language School in San Francisco. She was a fantastic creative writer and would like to share one of her short essays with everyone. Read her description of the Redwoods here…
Purposes Dancing, Time Changing
It was a cold sunny day, with a clear blue sky. The sunlight was shinning through the trees and creating patches of bright color in the middle of the forest. Each tree with particular pulse kept in the thick and soft brown bark. The bird’s sound decorate (garnish) the vertical silence of the redwood trees. The sound of the little rocks and humid foliage on the ground were the only things talking between the footprints and the space that is to come. Time is in everywhere. The water runs in the river. You could see everything that didn’t move below, everything that was still, watching movement while keeping secret rhythms inside. The trunks were looking like old men or strange animals lurking on the curves of the trails.
The sunlight was running away from the hungry night pulled by the moon. The fresh mysterious air, full of beauty and harmony during the day, gave place to a dark fear and lonliness. She wasn’t alone there anymore so she started to run from the unfriendly noises. Would she arrive at home at this night? Time was present in everyplace. Time is full of purpose. With the sweet memories on the one hand, a strong and tight bat in the other, the unknown in the eyes, she kept going in the direction of human voices. At the end of the trip, three people within in the sigth of the trees were joined new journeys. The redwoods with their 2000 years, still watching. Time, the constant changing river of purpose expressions.