amour, gloire et beaute
Today I ran away into the mountains. I hoped it would make me feel better.
And it did. The sun bleached my gloomy thoughts, the earth sipped in my toxic emotions like melting snow, thousands of spring flowers dazzled me into oblivion. Every little detail was so intense, so real. The ice-cold lake served a a perfect mirror to the snow-topped mountains. Frogs purred in the shallows. Dozens of busy ants crossed the path. Birds of pray soared high above. Mountain rivers cascaded in waterfalls and roared among the boulders. Dry cones and needles carpeted the path where it crossed the fairy tale-like pine forest. Tree roots hugged the rock so tightly that it cracked in their loving embrace. New-born ferns curled as if they were cuddling something infinitely precious and fragile inside, perhaps a young fairy. Cows, sheep and goats bells echoed in the valley. The air felt warm and dense like thermal bath water. It seemed that with just a light push, I could float into this cloudless sky and see and touch and hear and smell all of it. I wished I could invent a song, a dance, a painting, a sculpture, a poem, a novel...anything that could contain that whole day and carry it with me forever.
And it did. The sun bleached my gloomy thoughts, the earth sipped in my toxic emotions like melting snow, thousands of spring flowers dazzled me into oblivion. Every little detail was so intense, so real. The ice-cold lake served a a perfect mirror to the snow-topped mountains. Frogs purred in the shallows. Dozens of busy ants crossed the path. Birds of pray soared high above. Mountain rivers cascaded in waterfalls and roared among the boulders. Dry cones and needles carpeted the path where it crossed the fairy tale-like pine forest. Tree roots hugged the rock so tightly that it cracked in their loving embrace. New-born ferns curled as if they were cuddling something infinitely precious and fragile inside, perhaps a young fairy. Cows, sheep and goats bells echoed in the valley. The air felt warm and dense like thermal bath water. It seemed that with just a light push, I could float into this cloudless sky and see and touch and hear and smell all of it. I wished I could invent a song, a dance, a painting, a sculpture, a poem, a novel...anything that could contain that whole day and carry it with me forever.
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09.06.2013 в 00:10Надеюсь, что все у тебя не так уж плохо, а станет гораздо лучше!
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