Thursday, November 02, 2006
I love nature.
I love watching trees drop their leaves on the graying asphalt street outside my home.
Every few months, they drop the prettiest pink and white fluted flowers. When the wind blows, be it ever so soft a breeze, the sweetest fall of rain you could wish for carpets the road and cars and people along it.
When it rains, I've wasted countless hours simply watching it fall. The storms and their trupmeted powerful passion are wonderful - the thinder goes right through my heart and the flashes of lightning resemble (to me) the light at the end of the tunnel that so many who touch the veil of death describe.
I've often wondered if with each flash some soul is ascending, somewhere.
That would be a nice fancy. It storms so much, at least it would mean there are many good people going to Heaven now.
I like the winds when they mischeviously plays with my hair and when they sleepily blow a kiss to my cheek, when they feel like gustily styling my hair in the wildest tangle you can imagine and when they join forces to make those magnificent storms...I'd love to be in the eye of a tornado just once. Even if it means my death - what an experience! Pure power.
And I love our moon. She is the most elegant and capricious satellite we have... And a perfect counterbalance to our strong Sun whose beams I bask in as lazily as the fat cat in the canteen. Her rays are so white and pure...I would love a dress woven of moonbeams.
Too much fancying and too little work.
Eve.