fizzy_elf
07-16-2004, 10:45 PM
I stood at the window watching the rain. The glass speckled with tiny droplets. Trees fought the blustery invisible enemy; only apparent through the trail of windswept grass and leaves left behind, and the flail of leafy fists the trees swung about; searching for the adversary.
All the activity outside was silent from this side of the windowpane. Frowning, I tilted my head sideways. The cup of tea I was holding had gone cold, but I still kept my fingers wrapped around it. We know wind exists through the stirred up leaves, tousled hair and crooked corn in the fields. Yet we can’t see it. Only the impressions it leaves behind. Both beautiful and destructive. Like so many things. Love. Hate. Words. Memories.
Sighing, I walked away from the glass and set down my cold cup, still full. I wanted to be alone today. Lying down on the bed I looked up at the ceiling with sad eyes. Weather changes moods. Evolution of man and therefore the power we can execute on the world may grow, but we can’t change the weather. Nature still has that one over on us. Its strangely comforting that there are some things that remain out of reach of mankind’s detrimental grasp. There are some things we are yet to destroy. Some things we can still enjoy. Some things that remain innocent of the human temperament.
Though it seems that people who realise this are few and far between. People who appreciate the simple little beauties around us. Those who overlook the flickering late night TV screen and instead gaze at the stars. Those prepared to dirty their feet just to feel the grass, and those who see such things as work and stress as a part of life, not life itself. Because life is revelling in the good times, and in the small charms we can find around us and in each other.
My sad eyes smiled. I knew I had to just think of the good times.
All the activity outside was silent from this side of the windowpane. Frowning, I tilted my head sideways. The cup of tea I was holding had gone cold, but I still kept my fingers wrapped around it. We know wind exists through the stirred up leaves, tousled hair and crooked corn in the fields. Yet we can’t see it. Only the impressions it leaves behind. Both beautiful and destructive. Like so many things. Love. Hate. Words. Memories.
Sighing, I walked away from the glass and set down my cold cup, still full. I wanted to be alone today. Lying down on the bed I looked up at the ceiling with sad eyes. Weather changes moods. Evolution of man and therefore the power we can execute on the world may grow, but we can’t change the weather. Nature still has that one over on us. Its strangely comforting that there are some things that remain out of reach of mankind’s detrimental grasp. There are some things we are yet to destroy. Some things we can still enjoy. Some things that remain innocent of the human temperament.
Though it seems that people who realise this are few and far between. People who appreciate the simple little beauties around us. Those who overlook the flickering late night TV screen and instead gaze at the stars. Those prepared to dirty their feet just to feel the grass, and those who see such things as work and stress as a part of life, not life itself. Because life is revelling in the good times, and in the small charms we can find around us and in each other.
My sad eyes smiled. I knew I had to just think of the good times.