learning
so what have i learned by reading that? by finding that piece of history?
i learned that i had to deaden myself to adapt. i learned that i hate phones and probably will never be able to commuicate well over them.
i learned that a sunrise is a beautiful thing. One night on gayrd duty i stood and watched to sunrise over the bleak gray land of predawn. i could feel the heat of each breath in my chest as i stood on the hill and the dark burn over my night chilled lips with each exhale. the sky slowly warmed going from bruise purple to the deep blue of morning. on top of the hill it felt like being in a snow globe. the dome of the world surrounding all.
as the sun sidled up the sky lightened slowly. with that first sliver of sun the eastern edges flawed out in a pink that bled into orange that bled to light blue that bled in to dark blue. the night didnt want to reliquish its hold. black and purple tried to hold the onslaught of light filling the dome with its darkness. it seemed that the sunrise was more beautiful because of the struggle the night put up. but eventually the pink and reds and oranges pushed it all back and then died away themselves. a sacrifice for the blue and the sun.
the beauty overtook my heart and i forgot the soreness in my feet, the chill in my bones and the sadness in my heart and thoughts. for a moment i could actually believe the world was perfect and that the world was meant to be what it was.
history moves in cycles. time moves forward. patience is a virtue. learn to flow with it all and you will learn how to steer eventually.
i learned that i had to deaden myself to adapt. i learned that i hate phones and probably will never be able to commuicate well over them.
i learned that a sunrise is a beautiful thing. One night on gayrd duty i stood and watched to sunrise over the bleak gray land of predawn. i could feel the heat of each breath in my chest as i stood on the hill and the dark burn over my night chilled lips with each exhale. the sky slowly warmed going from bruise purple to the deep blue of morning. on top of the hill it felt like being in a snow globe. the dome of the world surrounding all.
as the sun sidled up the sky lightened slowly. with that first sliver of sun the eastern edges flawed out in a pink that bled into orange that bled to light blue that bled in to dark blue. the night didnt want to reliquish its hold. black and purple tried to hold the onslaught of light filling the dome with its darkness. it seemed that the sunrise was more beautiful because of the struggle the night put up. but eventually the pink and reds and oranges pushed it all back and then died away themselves. a sacrifice for the blue and the sun.
the beauty overtook my heart and i forgot the soreness in my feet, the chill in my bones and the sadness in my heart and thoughts. for a moment i could actually believe the world was perfect and that the world was meant to be what it was.
history moves in cycles. time moves forward. patience is a virtue. learn to flow with it all and you will learn how to steer eventually.