Ephemera
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Saturday, February 07, 2009 - 8:06 AM
A time comes in your life when you finally get it... When in the midst of all your fears and insanity, you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere, the voice inside your head cries out - ENOUGH! ( Sonny Carrol ). For me, for a likely peaceful morning, for the very eye of a silent storm ...
The color of the water comprises of various shades of green, depending on the intensity of the rays of sunlight embracing it. Pink and white cherries blossom alongside the road looking down to that magnificently clear, pure, and vast water body. The wind caresses those velvet petals at times softly, at times passionately, even stripping to nakedness some of the brown branches. The air is aromatically fresh, cool and strong, running deep into the palpating heart as if searching to touch the core of the soul. The soul lies still, wondering how it could rest so completely and surrender so unconditionally in the very eye of its storm inside...