משהו ישן שכתבתי, והחלטתי להעלות עכשיו. אני לא זוכר אם זה
ברמה סבירה או לא, אבל אני מקוה. תגידו לי מה אתם חושבים,
ובבקשה תשאירו איזשהו ציון...

It was a warm spring day, the final clouds of the winter
slowly making way to sunshine and growth. The last lingering
of moisture in the air has created a rainbow in the horizon
to the east, as the sun climbed lazily up the heavens.
A sole traveler walked up the road to the valley, not quite
sure of his location, or how he has gotten to where he was.
It was also clear to him he would not make it to where ever
he was heading. Despite all that, disregarding all that, in
fact, he was quite pleased with his surroundings. Not only
for the sheer beauty of the place, but also for the feeling
of loneliness in the vast mountains and hills to all his
sides. Green meadows, untouched trees and uncut grass lay on
all directions. He has seen the growth of cities and the
effects of agriculture on the fields of the earth, and he
has known that where man goes, nature makes way. But in this
place, he felt, nature did not make place, it held him in
her embrace. The sound of water, and the cool shade of a
tree attracted him to stop his quest and stay a while in the
untouched meadows. He dropped his heavy pack and sat down,
after taking a drink of clear, cool, water.
It was clear to him, as he observed the tranquility of the
place, that this land has never been explored by man, and
has never before felt human footfalls upon her soil. The
untouched paradise stood here for ages, once a plain, a sea
perhaps. A bright wall of ice at certain times. But always,
he knew, it was a beautiful haven of nature. An Eden of
life, a monument to peace and tranquility. This virgin land,
untouched by man, at the heart of nature, was hidden within
the mountains of the great Earth herself.
He sat there for a few hours, making sure not to litter the
valley in his stay. He sat there and watched the last clouds
roll away from the world. He watched the wildlife pass by,
the waters of the rivers pour in the creek, the birds fly
above him. He considered the place where he sat. Considered
the entire valley in all its beauty. He wished he could stay
here, for all of eternity, like the valley itself will
remain. But he knew that if he would stay, build a house,
hunt for food, or even stay in this land for more than a
short while, it would not be the same. Even if the knowledge
of its existence would become known, it would lose its
virtue, and the last bastion of nature will be conquered by
man. He would keep the virgin valley to himself, he decided,
hoping that no unworthy traveler shall find this precious
place and pollute it with his presence.
He wondered of the existence of this unknown paradise. How
did this land remain unknown through the years and the
explorations of man? How did it keep away the expanding
cities and hikers and cartographers? The mystery arose him.
Has nature held back the intruders by some supernatural
power? No, that made no sense. How then?
He wondered how he arrived at this place, picking up his
pack and walking back from where he came, searching both in
the valley and in his mind. He tried to remember where he
was going, but he could not. He could remember nothing of
his location, of his objectives, or of his name even. All he
knew was the beauty of the place. The only thing he could
understand is the virginity of the valley in the lost hills,
and nature's sweet embrace.
Then I was awakened. A bright light tore the entire valley,
sky and all, with the intensity of the sun. For a few
seconds I was between darkness and light. Then it all came
into focus. The ceiling of my room lay above me, and the
light poured from my now open window. After a minute I had
realized I was dreaming.
A feeling of gloom went over me as I realized I had lost the
Virgin Valley, with the beauty of the untouched Eden forever
lost in my wake. I had attempted to return to sleep, perhaps
to return to the Valley once more, but to no avail. The
light of the morning sun illuminated my room. In a final
attempt to return to my dream, I went to my window to shut
it, and looking outside I could see the trees and grass,
green and fresh with the touch of spring. The bright morning
sky was blue and clear and flocks of birds adorned the sky
like jewels in a necklace. The land was filled with the
colors of flowers, and the smells of spring in bloom breezed
in the fresh air. I knew then, that paradise was not lost.
Not quite yet.