The Amaranthine Poet

Listen to the Breeze

September 19, 2007 on 9:39 am | In Everything | 4 Comments

Was today not the most beautiful day (for those who live around my area)?? Today was an illustration of perfect weather. I love it when you are standing in a warm breeze and then all of a sudden it changes to a cool breeze!! I love it when there are clouds in the sky, because it seems like the world grows quiet, and peaceful. Maybe clouds are really made of human energy, because everyone becomes introvert when the sun disappears. It’s ok, I like the silence. I actually drove all day without music on in my car (that’s a strange thing for me to do!)

You know the idea that scent is connected to memories? For instance, when you smell a very subtle, but familiar scent in the air, and it brings you back to the feeling of a past experience that might have involved the same scent? I.e.: You smell the scent of rain on concrete and roses, and it causes you to think about a time when you were walking in the park, on a rainy day, with your friend ten years ago. (I love that this happens, because it allows such insignificant memories to become precious and allows the past to be tangible, rather than just remembered).

Well, the coolness and calmness of today brought me back to a time in high school (before I had my license). I think it was during my sophomore year; For some reason, that year was really rainy. After school, once everyone had left, it was really dark, quiet and rainy. Of course, I was the only one still waiting for my mom to pick me up, haha, so I would sit down on the steps and write…and then my papers started getting wet, so I would move under a tree that offered little coverage (it’s ok, I am grateful anyway), but at least I could write, or at other times, sing (singing in the rain, how cliché). Anyway, the whole feeling of being there was so peaceful and in a sense, ethereal. So, the feeling I got from today’s weather, made me reminisce upon that time! Am I making sense to the world?

I think the wind is just flirting with me because I wrote a poem (in prose format) about him last night.

P.S. Listen to the Breeze and go with him, where ever he wishes to take you. I have learned: just because you allow yourself to venture into other worlds and to keep your imagination, does not make you delusional. It is only when you are unable to return, that you become delusional.
<3 Jenn <3