Ilyia looked out the window and stared at the dusty desert
stretching all the way to the horizon.
She closed her eyes. If she could
do anything, the first thing she'd do is change the landscape. The desert was so barren and hot. The doctors said it was good for her, a dry
climate would ease the pain, but still she struggled every day with the
unchanging scenery and dismal heat.
So today she decided to change the view. With her eyes closed she imagined what she'd
like to see. Some trees. They don't have to be big but they had to be
green. Then some shrubs, too. It's hot and dry so they had to be hearty and
drought resistant. Then maybe some
smaller plants with colorful buds. It
would take some time to bloom, but it would be worth the wait. Next some rocks would work well as
decorations and some bark to cover up the plain, old sand.
That would be nice.
Hmm? But that wasn't quite
right. What else? What was missing? Oh, yes, a pathway. Definitely needed a pathway to walk around
the garden. Or maybe several pathways
leading to different gardens. But there
would be one main pathway starting at the front door and stretching out as far
as she could see. Then there would be
smaller pathways heading off to the right and left. She would build that garden to cover every
last speck of sand. All that boring,
hot, ruthless sand.
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