Gosia (2)
Dear All,
Last Wednesday was rather easy. I had many things to do, but I also had plenty of time to do them. That’s why I didn’t hurry and I wasn’t tired when my teacher came and my English lesson started. This lesson was a very nice end of my day because of the form of the lesson. He is that special kind of teacher who always manages lessons in a different way to make them unique. This time he brought an ipod with a special story recorded.
The story began with some nice classical music. After a few seconds a calm male voice started to give some instructions. It asked me to sit comfortably, put my feet strongly on the floor and acknowledge all things which can distract me. When I executed all of these instructions the voice started to tell a story about some place which I started to imagine.
I found myself in the garden of my summer house by the lake. It was a hot sunny day, full of flowers’ smells and insects’ sounds. Suddenly, when the voice told me to pick up a stone and throw it into the water, the day changed into night. There was a full moon on the dark sky and its glare was well visible on the lake’s surface. When the stone touched the water, the ripples started to go in circles and then the stone was sinking deeper and deeper into the dark water. I was watching this image from the site but at the same time I was flying next to the stone and drowning with it. I saw this scene at a slow motion, like in a movie. It was a nice experience which relaxed me at the end of my day.
I wonder what my next English lesson will bring.
Gośka
Gosia, like you, when I listen to the calm voice guiding me to the lake I have no problem going on that trip. I imagine myself by one of the mountain lakes in High Tatras. It’s a vast reservoir of icy cold, tranlucent water, greenish in colour, surrounded by some high peaks from the north and open to the valley below from the south. I’m standing on the north shore and see no border between the surface of the lake and the sky, they merge at some invisible line and give an impression that the sky is extending into the water and reaching my feet. But I know that across the lake, beyond its other side there is a dramatic drop that opens the expanses of the valley and dark-green forests, melting in the haze.
The deep silence around feels like thick velvet on my ears, water is absolutely still.
But now, a silvery trout jumps out of the silent lake and plops back. A splash. And silence again. Only the ripples spread out and distort the reflection of the manacing rock behind me.