Sweet new life.

Last week, a seed sprung up in one of the small clearings on my planet.

It germinated through the ground and penetrated it, and exposed a little green bud to my world. I took very good care of it for the whole week, watering it every morning, and sometimes in the evening too. Every morning, when I would stretch my legs as I step out of my fortress, I would get up to say hello. It grows a little bit every day, and the stem is actually bark. It's a tree. Judging from the one leaf it has, it is a maple tree. I can't wait until it grows bigger and bigger so its shadows can hug my body as I lay under its caring branches and look up at the white sky. For now, it needs my protection.

Good morning.

I had the oddest dream last night.

I was in the middle of my ocean, drowning. The water was so cold and silvery opaque, like mercury. And it covered and coated me over like milk. But then, it began to take me over, and I began to dissolve and flake into the water. And then, I was just gone. I was the water, every bit of it, the splashing droppies on the shores.

I woke up very disturbed.

Downstairs there was a familiar creature on the table.

"Good morning," said the snail. "Did you sleep well?"

This is how I made the second acquaintance of my snail. I was so happy to see him again, since I had not forgotten his promise. It is very impolite and poor of character to forget promises. I'm sure you know of a few who engage in this habit.

I assured him that he would be with me forever and would have quarters to sleep in better than he had once had.

So I made him a small house out of a cardboard box, and a carpet so he wouldn't soil it. He has a door so he can leave it whenever he wants to. Life for him, will be wonderful. And it won't be so lonely in here anymore.

My castle.

On my planet is a very small castle. It has small steps and two towers. From the steps to the rest of the planet is a path made out of pebbles. They are cool to the touch and very pleasant to walk on when not wearing shoes.

When you walk in, there is a big room made out of bricks. There is a stone table shaped like an octagon, and two chairs that look very sturdy, and are a shade of dark green. Directly to the left and right are the stairwells to the two towers. Sitting on the table is a photograph of a different planet that I admire a lot. In the middle of the table is a vase of daisies with green centers. The vase is clear but has light engravings of silver swirlies. Behind the table is in fact, an enormous window/back porch. It has sliding doors (I love sliding doors a LOT).

I am starting to think I am neglecting a map for your references.

Something exciting and dangerous.

Today, I was drawing circles with the tip of my finger on the pathway, when I saw a gleaming dot the size of a pebble in the sky. The light around it twisted and revolved in shades of green and blue. It grew in size and it came closer and closer... Only then did I realize it was burning. I tried to run, and soon it collided with my planet, next to one of the trees. I ran to that side and made out a smoldering chunk of something bright, so bright that I couldn't put my eyes on it, and let out a lavender smoke as it hissed and simmered.

It cooled as I approached it, and the bright light subsided, allowing the apparition of a gigantic coruscating rock as tall as I was, but not as tall as the gorgeous oak that towered over us both. Chunks of glittery glass jagged out of the glowing surface and cast a shimmering luster over the ground. It hummed in different pitches as the rock began to cool. The area directly surrounding the object had its dust sparkled and sifted through it like a shiny sand.

I had attempted to identify it, but I still don't know what it is now. It makes for an awesome light show at night, though.

I met someone on my planet today.

The sun had began to rise, and I stepped out of my door and laid my bare feet on the straw laying on the stone steps on the path to the ocean. I started to walk very slowly because I was in no hurry. The navy clouds foamed across the skies, and I took notice of the slight breeze that blew across my legs. It was all very calming, and not very loud. Only the slightest vibration tore through my atmosphere. I had made my way to see the sandy shores of the ocean. It isn't very big... in fact, you could see the other side of the ocean just by sitting on the tree branches overlooking the sand. It is more of a lake than an ocean, but I love it all the same.

I sat into the brush of the grass and laid the palms of my hands to the moist, cool grass, and I could feel the dirt already between my fingers as I dug my fingers into the terrain, but it's not actually of a filthy nature.

I laid my head down into the grass and glimpsed a very small creature, no bigger than the length of the dirty finger stuck in the ground. He didn't have much shape to him, but he carried around with him a very hard blanket. This beast was a snail.

I asked him, "doesn't it get uncomfortable at night with such a rigid blanket?" He assured me, he "would be fine, but it does seem rather cold as the winds sweep by."

"Maybe you could come live in my home with me," I said, full of hope. "It is warm and always very cozy. It gets a little lonely for me. Maybe you could come, and be my friend so it won't feel so quiet at night."

"That sounds wonderful, but it is a long way to travel."

I insisted it's not very far... A few steps around the planet and you'd be back on the other side.

"You are a person, you have long legs and feet to carry you wherever you'd like. I can't move very far as fast as you can."

"But I could carry you," I murmured.

"It is my reward for a heavy journey, your shelter. If I don't complete the journey, then what is the point of having anything in return? That would be a gift. I have no need for gifts. I can't carry them around, and they will be forgotten whenever the time permits... But a journey... an adventure! That is what really matters. Now, go back to your home and I will meet you when I get there. Just don't forget about me."

"I never will," I said, and began to walk my bare feet back to my home.

"He is wrong," I said to myself. "I may have legs, but they won't carry me where I need to go..."

My planet's behavior.

You may recall how I mentioned an exception yesterday... regarding the warmth and season...

Sometimes, when I am tired and lonely, and I'm lying on the cloth on the highest turret in my castle, it will begin to snow. Except there is no bitter frost and wind and deep crackling cold that seeps into the cores of your bones. The snow on my planet is warm. Since it's warm, it doesn't just touch the branches of my two trees, but it covers the leaves as well! And it's so beautiful and I can even make snowmen outside on the lawn. This one time, I made an army of about 40 snowmen standing in lines of 4, and I named each one. Throwing snowballs doesn't numb fingers, and I could lay and make snow angels for the entire day. And the snow falls on the heads of the wheat, and they still shake just a little, shivering as if they remember how the snow used to be cold. By the time I wake up the next morning, the snow has already been swept out by the nightly winds back up into the sky. During the nighttime, the wind sweeps away everything that wasn't there before, and brings it back up into the sky from whence it came. This is why I cannot go out at night.

Otherwise, it's always a perfect temperature... It's always the weather to wear my favorite little sundresses, and I have one for every day of the year, but since my planet is so small, it takes so little time to pass around my star.

I have an ocean too. It's not very big but it is fun to splash around in and go ride boats on. Near the ocean live all the animals on my planet, except the birds. They can go wherever they want...

The clouds in the sky aren't white, but they are a super sapphire blue that watches and passes over me and the ocean all the time. The wind diffuses them across the sky sometimes, and it becomes like a powdery cheesecloth over the milk of the ivory sky.

But what is REALLY beautiful is the abundance of glowing little starbulbs in the endless infinity abyss of darkness during the night. I can't go outside at night because of the sweeping winds, so I stare at the sky from the panorama of my windows. These little stars are so tiny and sparkly, like crushed diamonds on the black velvet of the sky.

The vegetation on my planet.

On Earth, there are maybe a million varieties of growing things in the ground. Lots of these things are beautiful... They are called plants, but there are a just a few plants on my planet. First of all, there is a large lawn of grass under my window, and every sprig of grass is always well watered all the time, no matter what. It is always spring on my planet (there is one exception), and everything is always blooming. Nothing ever wilts. The flowers are forever and nothing will ever die. However, the most important thing on my planet is the field of wheat...

It is so golden... and it reminds me of the boy I love, because his hair is the color of the wheat, and it shakes so gently in the wind, just like his curls, and they are so shiny and perfect all the time, even though he shakes his head like the wheat in the wind and insists that his curls are ugly. But no plant on my planet is ever ugly... But he is on Earth and I am here, and it'd take him a lot of thought to get where I am now, but I hope he'll arrive soon.

And the simple starthistles, cornflowers... I nearly forgot about them. The light reflects onto them and shines like the light in the waves in the pool or the crystal ocean, maybe. They are so blue, that if there was pain on my planet, maybe it would hurt my eyes. They also sway in sync with the wheat... They are such nice flowers, and not weeds at all.

And the clovers pop up everywhere too, and the bees are always collecting their nectar.

When I am feeling lonely, as I often do on my planet, as it is usually dreadfully lonely, I lie in the wheat field, and it whispers my favorite songs to me, and I whisper them back, with nothing but their stalks touching my forehead and tickling my head.

There are two big trees on either side of my planet, and it's always cool and nice there, and the dirt under it never gets on clothes, and instead it resembles cold porridge instead of the rotting dirt on Earth. There is a blanket under the one on the Western hemisphere, and a swing on the branch of the other.