Liquid and Light
Those of you who have been reading my rants for long enough will know the weird kind of mood that storms put me in. It's like trying to remember a dream long forgotten, or reminiscing in a life you never had. The rain makes me feel a sense of purpose, though one that I can't quite grasp at. Luckily, it's the rainy season. I'll have a lot of time to think about it.
It's almost romantic, especially in Florida's climate, to see the endless heat and light of the Sun covered in only a few windswept minutes, leaving a cool twilight, a gray that seems to wash away some of the worlds more mundane features.
I've always thought it funny, that humans go to such lengths to avoid the spirit of a storm, shutting their blinds and blaring their TVs and radios, losing themselves in the depths of the internet, waiting for the Sun to emerge once again. Perhaps it's just me, but I think I feel more... human while watching the world at work. Seeing the torrents of water, flowing downwards with unyielding force, flowing around obstacles when it can, viciously eroding them away when it can't, pooling into calm formations and sprouting life, and when threatened by heat, rising into the air to collect elsewhere. Lightning comes like insight; suddenly, immediately, vanishing just as quickly as it appeared, but bright enough to leave an after-image, definite proof that it was there.
Perhaps I'm just an oddity, ascribing lofty qualities to something mundane, but I think that I'd rather enjoy something simple than need to run to the nearest source of entertainment every time I see a dark cloud in the sky.
Just thoughts.
~japlin
It's almost romantic, especially in Florida's climate, to see the endless heat and light of the Sun covered in only a few windswept minutes, leaving a cool twilight, a gray that seems to wash away some of the worlds more mundane features.
I've always thought it funny, that humans go to such lengths to avoid the spirit of a storm, shutting their blinds and blaring their TVs and radios, losing themselves in the depths of the internet, waiting for the Sun to emerge once again. Perhaps it's just me, but I think I feel more... human while watching the world at work. Seeing the torrents of water, flowing downwards with unyielding force, flowing around obstacles when it can, viciously eroding them away when it can't, pooling into calm formations and sprouting life, and when threatened by heat, rising into the air to collect elsewhere. Lightning comes like insight; suddenly, immediately, vanishing just as quickly as it appeared, but bright enough to leave an after-image, definite proof that it was there.
Perhaps I'm just an oddity, ascribing lofty qualities to something mundane, but I think that I'd rather enjoy something simple than need to run to the nearest source of entertainment every time I see a dark cloud in the sky.
Just thoughts.
~japlin