~ I park beneath the Aspen tree that spills over the high, concrete retaining wall. Get out of my car and stand in the parking lot, nearly empty, breathing the damp, rain scented air. Droplets fall on my pad of paper and I feel that I could stay here forever.
Around me the sounds of traffic, behind me I hear a door open and a janitor beat the dust from a push broom. The droplets fall faster, bleeding the ink, wetting my hair. This should be uncomfortable. This should feel awkward.
The wind makes the branches above me, newly green with the fresh verdance of early summer, dip and sway. The Aspen, the touch of nature here, dances with the wind.
The rain falls harder.
The damp paper rues ink. ~
~ From the life of Renee
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"For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining: and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction. Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion, that it may sing; And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes." Taken from "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran
About Me
- Renee L.
- My color if reincarnated as a crayon: Bright blue. Dream vacation destination: Plitvice Lakes National Park in Croatia. Alternative occupation choices: Stormchaser, zookeeper, or stunt pilot. Sports I'd like to give a whirl: Scuba diving, sky diving, and kayaking. Favorite ballroom dance: East coast swing! But the waltz and tango are also quite fun. Favorite scents: Hay, leather, horses, wood smoke, vanilla, rain, inumerable kinds of flowers, cinnamon, fall leaves... Favorite pie: Pumpkin
2 comments:
wise of you to keep it always, now that you have protrayed it so well
have started me own bloggy just to prattle publicly:http://whileitcanbesaid.blogspot.com/
M.O.M.
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