The thing about being visually oriented is that as much as I want to write about things I see, I also want to paint them. Which wouldn’t be a terrible thing except that when I see things I want to write about, I don’t know what to say. And I’m not a good enough artist to express the beauty, pain, or other emotions that I felt while seeing whatever it was that I saw.
I saw this cloud last night at the beach, It looked like a phoenix. It wasn’t a thick, bushy phoenix. It was thin and wispy and you could see the sky through it. It’s beak was right next to the brightest star in the sky. It was beautiful.
I felt calm during the moments I gazed at it. It was almost as if it were watching over all of us.
I don’t have a picture, because no picture would have done it justice.
Sometimes I wish I were like the boy in Lois Lowry’s The Giver. I wish I could transfer memories to others, like this one for example. I wish I could give you the experience I had. The cool feel of the ocean’s wind, the water and sand against my feet, the awe of seeing the phoenix in the sky. Awe is not enough to describe it. I felt beauty and I felt beautiful looking up into the sky. As though me and the sky were one, connected by all the space between us. As if there was no space between us. Just me being caressed by the sky. Relief. Calm. Peace.
It was nice to feel at peace, even if for a few minutes. Peace is something I’ve been searching a lot for recently.
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