The Meadow
“Where are we?” Steve asked.
To his far right was the end of the maze. Gio stood at his side, both still inside the sweeping and elegant meadow. Steve stared straight ahead and then up at an iridescent and semi-illuminated rainbow-colored waterfall. Bright, wet, and silky sheets of water dramatically fell over a rocky ridge draped in green foliage. Rushing water filled the night with a soothing, nostalgic, and surreal roar; nothing negative or frightening. Bands of shadowy golden yellow, persimmon, turquoise, violet, pink, and blazing red water glided down to the rocky earth where the two men stood, holding hands.
To Steve, it was the most beautiful creation he had ever seen. A picturesque fairy tale he had only dreamed of or watched in a Pixar movie. Enchanted came to mind,
