Feeling....Different

If I could flip through the days of my life like falling leaves from the warmer seasons being captured by the chill of the true Northern winds. Most the trees of the North didn't have full flat true leaves, more like branches with frayed fingers that sometimes poked. Rich in green coloring all year long. Those lucky enough to have richer farm land can keep glass pained windows of small housed gardens to where fires were kept and smoke drawing humidity to keep fruit plants growing even in the harsh winter days, cause there was never enough warm days to dare pray to Odin a stem of survival for most fruiting plants. Even in captured grounds kept warm in tree keeps, the leaves did change. Their greens would start to lighten or stain in reds, yellow and orange, giving a dance down not of the robust burst of green scent, but one that might have been of maple sugar and smoldering fire. An odd mixture but a true one in its aroma.

That is how I use to count the days. Pressing flowers, leaves, and grass in my books where I knew by the numbers my favorite tales could be found and ready to be read to me. Tonight would be the story found under the Dina petal's.

One of the Northern Free Woman found lost in the land that was filled with grass and wagons, sea's of bosk and boxed in only by the sky.

She felt out of place in this land, but honestly found herself just one of millions. Many looked like her, with hair red like the tips of fire, and spots that challenged the stars.

She started to feel the wrath of the new home, when her body started to form, her skin started to hue, freckles not to be outdone, darkened. She would look in the reflection of the waters, and wonder...who this woman was. This wasn't a woman who could remember plush couches, long velvet dresses, bracelets of gold that ran up her arm, along with twisted combs that fit around the start of her long red braid. No. This woman wore a shift of black, and had...hips.

Her hair waved like a flag in the breeze, and eyes sparkled in deep green that glowed in the contrast of her mass of crimson and collar of steel.

I watched as some just stared, and I had no idea why. Shocked over colors of my hair, but didn't many have red hair as me? I think so. I have seen redheaded slaves speckled here and there.

Maybe I was different cause they knew though I did the motions, I was still confused inside. I was unsure, I was still.....

Trying to figure it all out.

If they knew my struggle...why are they still..staring?

I was jealous, I wanted to know...what they were looking at. So I could figure it out myself. I was starting to feel bitter, as if everyone had the answer and wanted to make me sweat in anxiety cause they were making me have to figure it out for myself.

I told myself...next time, I had to lean up, and look into their eyes, so I could see...what they did.