weather
[oct 27 2002, 22:58]
because of a constant lack of subjects to write about, i am going to talk about the weather. yes, typically, you may think now but - perhaps that's what it's all about.
perhaps you have heard about it: a huge storm is rushing over germany and over other parts of europe. huge, in this case, means really huge, really fast and, in some places, really dangerous. but somehow you don't realize all that when you walk around outside.
of course, there is the rain. no constant, pouring rain but rain that only falls down on you if it wants to. one second you are completely dry, the other second you are soaking. but, well, is that bad? 'you aren't made from sugar, are you?' may be the appropriate quote now. somehow it's that purifying experience that you like. your bad thoughts, bad feelings get washed away and what remains is - rather hard to explain but 'pure contentedness' is a beginning.
of course, there is the wind. fast wind. hard wind. strong wind blowing your hair into every direction. bringing the tears to your eyes - or isn't it the storm? making it hard to move forwards or anywhere at all. making you feel dependent on the goodwill of someone or something (and if it's only natural phenomena). a strange feeling. feeling dependent in a world where everyone desperately craves for independence. but perhaps some guidance, some 'showing the way' isn't that bad, is it?
of course, there is the cold. it does not matter if you are usually resistant against any kind of cold weather or if you start shivering when the temperature drops below the agreeable 23.2°C, it does not matter whether you wear the warmest winter-jacket you can find along with seven pairs of socks and three pullovers or if you go out in a t-shirt and shorts - it gets cold. you get cold. you can feel the wind blowing the warmth out of your body, the power out of your hands. and for the first time in weeks you feel that sting in your heart again.
[isn't it stereotypic? it's autumn. blowing wind, leaves flying around in the air. reds, yellows and oranges dominating your view. a boy and a girl are standing in the middle of this cloud of leaves, pressed together tightly to escape the cold. isn't it pathetic?]
of course, there is the danger. at any time, there might come a tree out of nowhere, jump at you from behind, hit you on the head and then run away laughing.
but, let's be honest - what of this do you really notice, what of this do you really care for? do you feel the rain on your face? do you notice the wind in your hair? do you feel the cold that starts to take over your body? do you think about the dangers? well, i don't. i am walking through this storm, wondering why i can't hear or see anyone, anything else. even now, that i'm sitting inside near the open windows with the cold from outside slowly crawling up my feet hearing the slight hail on the window... even now i don't really feel anything else except for the desperate will to share this wonderful sensation with someone else. and for this one single moment in which i close my eyes and think of better times, it may be you, right you reading these lines wondering what all this has to do with the weather.
charon
perhaps you have heard about it: a huge storm is rushing over germany and over other parts of europe. huge, in this case, means really huge, really fast and, in some places, really dangerous. but somehow you don't realize all that when you walk around outside.
of course, there is the rain. no constant, pouring rain but rain that only falls down on you if it wants to. one second you are completely dry, the other second you are soaking. but, well, is that bad? 'you aren't made from sugar, are you?' may be the appropriate quote now. somehow it's that purifying experience that you like. your bad thoughts, bad feelings get washed away and what remains is - rather hard to explain but 'pure contentedness' is a beginning.
of course, there is the wind. fast wind. hard wind. strong wind blowing your hair into every direction. bringing the tears to your eyes - or isn't it the storm? making it hard to move forwards or anywhere at all. making you feel dependent on the goodwill of someone or something (and if it's only natural phenomena). a strange feeling. feeling dependent in a world where everyone desperately craves for independence. but perhaps some guidance, some 'showing the way' isn't that bad, is it?
of course, there is the cold. it does not matter if you are usually resistant against any kind of cold weather or if you start shivering when the temperature drops below the agreeable 23.2°C, it does not matter whether you wear the warmest winter-jacket you can find along with seven pairs of socks and three pullovers or if you go out in a t-shirt and shorts - it gets cold. you get cold. you can feel the wind blowing the warmth out of your body, the power out of your hands. and for the first time in weeks you feel that sting in your heart again.
[isn't it stereotypic? it's autumn. blowing wind, leaves flying around in the air. reds, yellows and oranges dominating your view. a boy and a girl are standing in the middle of this cloud of leaves, pressed together tightly to escape the cold. isn't it pathetic?]
of course, there is the danger. at any time, there might come a tree out of nowhere, jump at you from behind, hit you on the head and then run away laughing.
but, let's be honest - what of this do you really notice, what of this do you really care for? do you feel the rain on your face? do you notice the wind in your hair? do you feel the cold that starts to take over your body? do you think about the dangers? well, i don't. i am walking through this storm, wondering why i can't hear or see anyone, anything else. even now, that i'm sitting inside near the open windows with the cold from outside slowly crawling up my feet hearing the slight hail on the window... even now i don't really feel anything else except for the desperate will to share this wonderful sensation with someone else. and for this one single moment in which i close my eyes and think of better times, it may be you, right you reading these lines wondering what all this has to do with the weather.
charon