His mother was an inspiring
woman, to the deepest extent of the word. She raised Sam by herself, while
tending to most of the duties at their small farmhouse. This was a lot of work
with Sam always wondering off any chance he could. He would disappear right out
from under her nose and find himself lost in an adventure through the tall
grass of the field. There was nothing on Sam’s mind but discovery, and finding
something new. But when Sam wasn’t exploring, he was quite the farmer. When he
was young he would watch his father for hours on end. Captivated by how hard he
worked, to provide food for his family. In awe of the skills he possessed, His
father was truly a remarkable man. When Sam was old enough to start taking over
the responsibility of the farm, it came like second nature. Images of his
father flashed before his eyes, and years of practice poured from his hands.
Farm tools fit into Sam’s hands with calculated precision. His mother would
watch him carefully, and would notice how hard he worked and the way in which
he worked. It was efficient and accurate. She saw Sam's father emanating though
him. He saw his mother looking into his eyes but he didn’t say a word, he never
did. Sam only smiled for the accomplishment he felt within himself. He kept his deepest thoughts, his most incredible desires hidden within himself. Never to be shared with the world, only with himself. In Sam’s mind, he always knew he was different. He wasn’t ashamed of it; he never wished he was someone else. He embraced it. There are not too many people in this world that can find enjoyment in the simple things in life. Sam would walk up, over and through the field, past the oak tree to the cliff before the sea. He had constructed a chair made out of smooth beach rocks along the edge of the cliff, and there Sam would sit. Listening as the waves smashed on the shoreline. With the sun overhead and the sea below, a faint mist would create a rainbow visible beneath him. It would only remain for a couple seconds at a time before it would fade, until the next big wave came crashing so softly. Sam’s eyes would sparkle as he processed what he was seeing. He wished it would never end, but the sun would eventually fade beyond the horizon only leaving a majestic pink glow throughout the sky. He wished he had someone to share this with, someone who would appreciate the beauty. His mother eventually grew tired of being drug through the field on countless occasions to view the wave rainbow. And the sunset sky, even when Sam insisted it was like nothing he had ever seen before. One day his mother just refused, and said that if she had seen it once, she didn’t have to see it again and again. Sam knew that his mother was getting old, and after the passing of his father her health was also not the greatest. Sam never asked her again. He was okay going up there alone, but yet he still dreamed someday he would find someone with the same values as himself, someone who would share his admiration of the field and its surrounding beauty. And one day travel beyond the field exploring the wonders of the world. He would lay awake at night and visualize the world beyond the field, his head filled with images of incredible things. Tears came to his eyes, and a smile to match as he stood from his stone chair turned back to the field and tried to find a comfortable patch of grass to lay his head.
With the hot morning sun, and a single raindrop too his cheek, Sam’s eyes opened slowly wiping the sleep from the corners of his eyes. There couldn’t be a better way to wake. Sitting up straight he felt more refreshed about his life. There was a small patch of clouds above him, and the sun just decided to come above the horizon. The soft gentle rain made him feel at ease. He ran his fingers through his damp shaggy brown hair. Something was different in the air this morning; Sam knew what the morning sounded like, to the tiniest detail. There was something in the air, a beautiful noise. Sam began to try to place what he was hearing to all the noises he so frequently heard in the field. Nothing. He scoured the area, looking in all directions. It was singing, it sounded like it was the voice of an angel, from the heavens above. That’s when he saw her. Standing alone, walking round the oak tree.
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