Green Meadows

The air was brisk, as usual. It was always chillier up on the Untersberg. But Maria didn't mind; to her it was invigorating, and she breathed in deeply. The grass was soft and wet, still soaking in the rain from the latest shower.

Around her, the trees were just starting to sprout their leaves, creating a bright green wall spotted with the occasional bursts of pink or white blooms from the flowering trees. The clouds above were so dense, they seemed to fight with each other so they could all fit into the sky.

Maria heard the gentle rush of water as the creek hurried towards the larger rivers. The birds were twittering about, scavenging for things to build their new homes. A southern breeze sifted through her hair. Faintly, the singing of the local convent could be heard, adding to the serenity. She closed her eyes and listened to her world.

All her life, she had found solace on this mountain, and there was little doubt why. She felt truly like herself here, away from the harsh life of her uncle's farm. The meadow was true and secure. It was always there and always would be. She could count on it. And it seemed to be calling her, needing her as much as she needed it.

And it was so alive.

Fin

A/N: And so I leave Maria on her mountain. It seemed to be a good place for her. Thank you all for your reviews! - INAC