Friday, August 17
Wednesday, August 1
An old thing I wrote..
WIND
Imagine the wind. Don't just imagine it, but feel it. It is light and gentle. Pleasant, feeling nice against your skin, and caressing your face. Now imagine you're up on a vast mountain. Seen from afar, you're just a little dot in the snow. People don't know the danger that lurks. You're held with pieces of rope, and toggles that are wedged into the cracks. The toggles could burst at any moment. You're hanging there hoping they wouldn't give way as the wind gets colder, and nips at your nose. The wind seems to be blowing harder the higher you get. The sun that gave you warmth is hidden behind a slope. You're in the shade, feeling colder, and energy is drawn, but determination drives you with the urge to summit. Minutes fly by as you huff and puff, finally you've reached the top of the cliff. The wind becomes harsh, almost blowing you off. You cling on with one hand, it aches to hold on, and your hand is getting weak, stinging with pain. You struggle to reach something to step on with your foot, and swing yourself so that your hand reaches a rock to grip. Will you make it to pull yourself up? The energy to hold on has drained. Will you summit? Will you withstand the wind as you climb higher? We don't know. It's all up to you.
Imagine wind surfing. Gliding on the sparkling water, a girl surfs the waves, and the wind pushes her sail. The cool breeze is pleasant, and ripples the wavering sea. The glaze of whitened water trail behind her, and water splashes. Now picture this: It's a sunny day, no clouds to be seen, the wind is blowing. The sea is beautiful because of the rolling waves to surf, and great for catching some air. Seagulls gather on the beach side, as others dance in the wind up high. Below the girl is the sea world of jellyfish, dolphins and whales that sweep the ocean floor, and mingle in the deep in prey of others. The girl loves to wind surf. The wind flowing through her hair, and makes her feel as though she's flying. You envy her because she looks like she's having so much fun. You're wishing you could be in her place. You've always wanted to try it, but hadn't yet. What's stopping you? You like the light breeze. You'd like to be in the wind. The wind so refreshing and peaceful. Yet, the wind is not always so pleasant...
You're a fisherman out at sea. You humbly rock in the waves, and bring in your catch. The breeze blowing faster then it had an hour ago. You look to the sky and see clouds rolling in. Your prediction this morning disappoints you because you thought it would be a nice day; the sunlight spilled out over all and birds chirping by your window. But all you can do is sigh and bring the anchor in. Slowly the wind increases, and waves begin to get higher. You hope and pray that you'll get to the safety of your home, and not have to face your fear of a storm. You block out the fear and picture yourself at home, in front of your fireplace. The light given off in golden glow charms your living room and gives comfort to your soul. You wish you would have stayed home, as you bring back thoughts of you standing at your window looking out at the beautiful day. You see yourself sitting before your fire, the warmth so cuddly it cradles you. But then the splash of water against your window brings you back to earth, and you wonder why the wind couldn't have mercy on you. You mutter under your breathe, and take control. Hours it seems that the battle goes on, the weather worsens with every minute that goes by, and the wind is deafening to your ears. You take hold of what you can to hold on, as cans, bottles and plates slide back and forth. You're wet from water that is splashing coming from everywhere. You look out, and the sea is dark and gloomy. At times, wind catches you off balance, almost throwing you off board, but you're quick in reactions and cling with all you might. Are you going to make it home? The harsh wind is at it's worst. The dark waves are so big, and look as though they'll swallow you. Will the wind calm down and hate no more? You hope that all will cease, and pray that it's just a nightmare and you'll wake up in the warmth of your bed. But... what if it is a dream. Surviving the treacherous storm, wind so vital and harsh. But maybe it's not. That's just it, you don't know.
Now imagine a windmill. Wind flows in and makes things work. It feels like a long day, and you're sitting there watching the wheels go round and round. You feel the whiffs of wind blowing. You stand and close your eyes, arms wide open. Now imagine flying. It's not the love of flying up high or going fast, but just the feel of the wind. It's a feeling you get nowhere else. Just you and the wind....Now put in mind that you're back at the windmill. The place that feels so lonely; just wheels turning, you and the workers on the deserted plain, middle of nowhere. But you like the way it is. There is unexplainable peace. You can walk comfortable 'round the mill. The sound, the low whistling of wind, soothes your heart- it's music surrounds you and you dance...Wind can be so many things. It's pleasant, it's frightening, it's lovely, it's harsh. Wind could be the breathe of God. Wind could be the monstrous hurricane tearing at your house. Wind is everywhere, it's all around us. What is wind to you? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Wind... it's captivating, but taken for granted. The breath taken over this earth, it fits into one of those mysteries- just imagine that.
Imagine the wind. Don't just imagine it, but feel it. It is light and gentle. Pleasant, feeling nice against your skin, and caressing your face. Now imagine you're up on a vast mountain. Seen from afar, you're just a little dot in the snow. People don't know the danger that lurks. You're held with pieces of rope, and toggles that are wedged into the cracks. The toggles could burst at any moment. You're hanging there hoping they wouldn't give way as the wind gets colder, and nips at your nose. The wind seems to be blowing harder the higher you get. The sun that gave you warmth is hidden behind a slope. You're in the shade, feeling colder, and energy is drawn, but determination drives you with the urge to summit. Minutes fly by as you huff and puff, finally you've reached the top of the cliff. The wind becomes harsh, almost blowing you off. You cling on with one hand, it aches to hold on, and your hand is getting weak, stinging with pain. You struggle to reach something to step on with your foot, and swing yourself so that your hand reaches a rock to grip. Will you make it to pull yourself up? The energy to hold on has drained. Will you summit? Will you withstand the wind as you climb higher? We don't know. It's all up to you.
Imagine wind surfing. Gliding on the sparkling water, a girl surfs the waves, and the wind pushes her sail. The cool breeze is pleasant, and ripples the wavering sea. The glaze of whitened water trail behind her, and water splashes. Now picture this: It's a sunny day, no clouds to be seen, the wind is blowing. The sea is beautiful because of the rolling waves to surf, and great for catching some air. Seagulls gather on the beach side, as others dance in the wind up high. Below the girl is the sea world of jellyfish, dolphins and whales that sweep the ocean floor, and mingle in the deep in prey of others. The girl loves to wind surf. The wind flowing through her hair, and makes her feel as though she's flying. You envy her because she looks like she's having so much fun. You're wishing you could be in her place. You've always wanted to try it, but hadn't yet. What's stopping you? You like the light breeze. You'd like to be in the wind. The wind so refreshing and peaceful. Yet, the wind is not always so pleasant...
You're a fisherman out at sea. You humbly rock in the waves, and bring in your catch. The breeze blowing faster then it had an hour ago. You look to the sky and see clouds rolling in. Your prediction this morning disappoints you because you thought it would be a nice day; the sunlight spilled out over all and birds chirping by your window. But all you can do is sigh and bring the anchor in. Slowly the wind increases, and waves begin to get higher. You hope and pray that you'll get to the safety of your home, and not have to face your fear of a storm. You block out the fear and picture yourself at home, in front of your fireplace. The light given off in golden glow charms your living room and gives comfort to your soul. You wish you would have stayed home, as you bring back thoughts of you standing at your window looking out at the beautiful day. You see yourself sitting before your fire, the warmth so cuddly it cradles you. But then the splash of water against your window brings you back to earth, and you wonder why the wind couldn't have mercy on you. You mutter under your breathe, and take control. Hours it seems that the battle goes on, the weather worsens with every minute that goes by, and the wind is deafening to your ears. You take hold of what you can to hold on, as cans, bottles and plates slide back and forth. You're wet from water that is splashing coming from everywhere. You look out, and the sea is dark and gloomy. At times, wind catches you off balance, almost throwing you off board, but you're quick in reactions and cling with all you might. Are you going to make it home? The harsh wind is at it's worst. The dark waves are so big, and look as though they'll swallow you. Will the wind calm down and hate no more? You hope that all will cease, and pray that it's just a nightmare and you'll wake up in the warmth of your bed. But... what if it is a dream. Surviving the treacherous storm, wind so vital and harsh. But maybe it's not. That's just it, you don't know.
Now imagine a windmill. Wind flows in and makes things work. It feels like a long day, and you're sitting there watching the wheels go round and round. You feel the whiffs of wind blowing. You stand and close your eyes, arms wide open. Now imagine flying. It's not the love of flying up high or going fast, but just the feel of the wind. It's a feeling you get nowhere else. Just you and the wind....Now put in mind that you're back at the windmill. The place that feels so lonely; just wheels turning, you and the workers on the deserted plain, middle of nowhere. But you like the way it is. There is unexplainable peace. You can walk comfortable 'round the mill. The sound, the low whistling of wind, soothes your heart- it's music surrounds you and you dance...Wind can be so many things. It's pleasant, it's frightening, it's lovely, it's harsh. Wind could be the breathe of God. Wind could be the monstrous hurricane tearing at your house. Wind is everywhere, it's all around us. What is wind to you? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Wind... it's captivating, but taken for granted. The breath taken over this earth, it fits into one of those mysteries- just imagine that.
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