by Nova

“Describe it to me.”

“I don’t even know where to start. It was beautiful.”

“There must be more.”

“The streets were cobbled and empty. Every building was Gothic or Greco-Roman. The streetlights, oh God, the streetlights!”

“What about them?”

“They were wrought iron, every last one, with golden filigree and little curlicues and arabesques. The nights were dotted with the stars above, you could see entire constellations by the way, there’s almost no light pollution, but the streetlights. And they were dim, orange hued, just enough to light the way but in no way competing with the velvet of the firmament.”

“What about the houses?”

“Furnished, teak and stone. Impeccable masonry and fine craftsmanship.”

“Did you ever get out of the city?”

“Didn’t need to. I could breathe the salt spray, that’s how close to the beach it was. That’s the way the city was. A thin sliver of houses spread adjacent to the coastline. You could walk along the beach every day, hear seagulls cawing and watch silver carp glittering in the waves at a distance. I bet you could have surfed on certain days but I never tried. The sand, though. The sand was the kind you could sink your toes into and it felt as if you’d grown roots and you could settle on the beach, fed by the sun and the saltwater.”

“Just the coast though? Aren’t you more of a mountain person?”

“I was spoilt for choice. I told you the city was a thin line. One side, there was the beach, the other, the woods, dense forests populated with deer and squirrels. I think I even saw a bear there once. The whole forest was bordered by a range of mountains. I tried hiking up one. It was an uphill climb, the footholds were few and far between and there were only so many goat paths, no steps, no roads.”

“Did you ever make it to the top?”

“Not to the peak, no, that would have been too high, but I made it to a sort of landing about halfway up. You could see the forests and the city and all the way out to sea from there. I sat there the whole day, till I saw the sun set in an explosion of red and gold. It was beautiful.”

“It sounds lovely…but I don’t understand. Why…”


“Why did you come back then?”

“It was very lonely. Something so pristine, so pure, can only exist with no humans to despoil it. Utopia is a lonely, lonely place. And I missed you.”

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