Runa

by Silvia Hartmann

Flash into someone else's world for a moment ...

I never forget that moment when I first saw a runa.

There was a resonance in the ground; small as I was, I could feel it, could feel the sand under my feet move and I held on tighter to my father's hand.

And then it came.

It was enormous. It was enormous at the distance but with every step it took, it grew even bigger; and by the time it passed by us, it was like all the world, it was everything, there was nothing else besides.

I remember becoming aware that my father's hand was grasping mine so tight, it hurt, realising that he was afraid of the runa, the first time ever I had known this to be so, and also realising that I was not afraid.

I was not afraid of the runa.

I was in love.

I was in worship.

I would never want anything other, ever again.

I would ride a runa when I grew up.

Posted Nov 11, 2021

by Silvia Hartmann