I watch the clouds slide over the mountains like a shade being drawn. They are pushed by powerful winds that sculpt their edges into alien cathedrals. Down here the air slips cool and fast through my hair and on to rattle the jacaranda, scattering blossoms. For one crystalline moment I'm aware of the motion inherent in all things, from quarks to galaxies. Only for the briefest of moments, immeasurable, disorienting, dizzying.
Glimpses are all we get. Bits beyond any human equation, past understanding.
I close my eyes, feel the wind, hear it, wonder at all it carries along. A moment.
I have troubles, but they are mine. I have responsibilities, but I embrace them. I have a path that I will choose for myself at every turn, from this moment forward.
I am free.
1 comment:
Your writing really is wonderful. Reading the sentences you form is effortless, the words glide through my mind is the best way I think I can put it, if that makes any sense.
When I look at the clouds I'm always looking for faces, Earthly or not. Characters for stories or just to pass the time developing a personality for them. Usually painfully cliche.
But anywho. Really inspiring stuff. We all just have to keep on swimming, as Dory would say.
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