Another Writing Short

(This was a  10 minute short prompted by one of my walks through a local park. I rather like it and hope to expand upon the idea some day)

 She lived in a strange world of in-between pulled by both the seen and the unseen, lingering just out of eyesight in the world of dreams. It was clearly reflected as she walked done the gentle path, hoping to clear her mind. The cold wind blew in her face, the chill of a fading winter, while the inconsistent rain fell in hesitant drops. On her right was the man-planted gardens of bark dust and hardy bushes arranged and tended with the slight disorganization of a disinterested gardener. The bushes were allowed to grow freely instead of painstakingly shaped and trimmed but still clearly intentionally planted.  On her left was the untouched wild of true nature; twigs and fallen branches cluttering the ground from the recent storm, ferns and moss were green and abundant, trees of both evergreen and leafless frames grown as if planted by wind and fate. An element of survival echoed in the scenery on her left.

                On her right, the houses were a silent witness to private affairs both inside and out, while the sounds of birds calling and squirrels were busy and active in the ample undergrowth. It was not bitter cold of the previous month but the damp cold of spring to come. Buds of new leaves, flowers and berries were only observable to a very keen eye as the bulk of the forest were still skeletal in form. Moss hung heavy on the limbs, not unlike a green snowfall. As she continued to the long and winding bridge, crisscrossing over the running stream, her thoughts grew melancholy.  Must she choose, which world to live in? Could she not straddle the edge like this path and find a home in-between or would such a uncertain state of being eventually drive her mad? As if an answer to her thoughts, the harsh cries of distant blackbirds issuing their warnings caught her attention just as a blue jay swooped down before her suddenly. Startled she stared at the proudly defiant bird as sharp black eyes watched her walk past.

                Her eyes looked forward to where the path curled to the right, sloping slightly uphill. The birds just ahead were smaller and sang a sweeter song. She also knew, that if she chose to alter her vision, she would see more than just birds. She would see the mischievous inhabitants of the Seelie world.