Raining Sunshine

You lead me down the path that goes through a meadow filled with wild grasses. Green and yellow litter the land that we meander through. Your footsteps sound confident and calculated the longer we walk. As a gentle breeze sweeps up the fragrance of the red wild flowers that dot the land scape, you put your hand on the small of my back, half smiling as you do so, and give me a nudge in the right direction. I go left, accompanied shortly by you. Whether an hour or a month pass, I fatigue not. We pick us a steady pace and walk with our heads down, eyes on our feet. I am barefoot, you are not. The further we go, the more the path narrows with foliage. First the supple touch of juniper bushes, but this quickly dissipates and is replaced with pyracanthas. Their berries tempt me. They taste so satisfying, yet are poison to me and me journey, possibly a delay if not a shortcoming to this new adventure. "I seek their forbidden fruit no more!", I say and continue on. They pierce my soul, claw away at my delicate skin until I scar and the pain is too much to bare. At this point I am shuffling sideways with my arms high above my armpits in an effort to avoid the inevitable. And still I move on without question. I dare not question. You take me to this extravagant perch located at the edge of a cliff; red rocks scatter the land scape and envelop my senses. You put your hand on the small of my back, just as you have a dozen times, only this time with a grin; more or less a smirk. I think nothing of it. You insure that I go over. I look up only to find that I have been bamboozled! Walk away as should. You turn your back and retreat in search of another.