.:Wind

[renough]

"The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear the sound of it,
but cannot tell where it comes from and where it goes.
So is everyone who is born of the Spirit."'
~Jesus, John 3:8

Like a good 'chicken or the egg' type of thought, I cannot place what caused my love for the wind.  I once wrote a character for a story who loved the wind.  It was one of

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[greybeta]

I enjoyed this non-lyrical bit of introspection! ^_^

[renough]

Feh, my posts aren't lyrical at all... I just put my thoughts into a format that isn't terribly dense to read. It isn't prose, and it doesn't rhyme unless it's by accident...

...sometimes I am tempted to write a post in that format about you and see if you'd be able/willing to read it for the sake of finding out what I have to say... ;)

[hadavar_barak]

"You’re not sure what it was that you gave up. All you know is that it was something VERY, VERY precious, and that it seemed to be for a good cause. Your loss goes beyond the feelings evoked by your visions of HER-it was something so much greater, and it cuts to the very core of your being. Even though you’re often just a big ball of energy and silliness, somehow you find moments to sit and listen to the wind, and it is in these moments that your loss comes flooding back to you and the realization that you don’t know who you were meant to be becomes most real.
"Sometimes you hear the answer on the wind, listing where it will, and you think that if you could reach out, stretch yourself in ways that you never knew existed, and call upon it, it would return an answer to you. Yet the wind always returns to you voiceless, empty, meaningless."

Trip down memory lane....

[renough]

...or a fall down memory lane...

(Ras plummets through the sky as he was knocked off the airship. Piotr jumps off to try to save him.)
Ras: "I'm cool..."
Piotr: "What?"
R: "I'm fine..."
P: "As you're falling?"
R: "Yeah..."