dolorous interludes.

"On an evening such as this
its hard to tell if i exist"

Mornings such as these leaves one no less than contented; she feels the perfect glow of a sunny smile and crystallined crispness of fresh beauty: the baby blue sky is adorned with turfs of white candy floss all gelled into several wide-eyed cookie doughed puffs. one knows not the limits of these boundless skies, but perhaps the man in that grey aeroplane would? She is enthralled by the magnificence of such a morning; in awe of the skies above her. the swril of elegant white threads against the blue fills even a child with the greatest happiness of being rewarded an entire jugful of sugar coated raspberry swirl. the arbitrary movements of the white is even more amazing than having one's palm half immersed in the dewy lakes, watching the strangest effects of nature's ambivalence. some of it even resemble snow capped mountains shaped in grand pyramidal towers, and i, the tourist, feeling almost a servant to the majestic wonders of the world. One can only dance to the wisps of morning ambrosia, and this day, she feels neither cold nor alone but only the warmth of pure naturality, tainted not by a single strand of artificiality. She plunges into the heart of loving nature, and shuns all monolithic man-made forces that leave her with no sense of certainty, of her existence.

posted by voyeur @ 10/31/2003 11:17:00 AM