OllyNeal
02-24-2010, 11:03 AM
Thirty minutes ago he was on one of the biggest high's of his life, the impossible seemed possible and life in its entirety seemed simple.
As he sat delicately on the garden step looking down at the bare trees, listening to their call as the wind whistled through them, the urge to do something more, to be something more had vanished, just as the sun had vanished behind the clouds, or as the last leaf vanished from sight being blown away in the Autumn Air.
His hand hovered softly over the last page of his note pad, lingering as if the only important choice left to make was if the page should be turned, to start over again, because not only was he closing the book of songs he had written, he was also metaphorically closing a chapter of his life, and just like those songs in the book, nothing stood out.
He took a deep breath and rose from the step, the book fell from his lap to the floor, at the same moment the most almighty gust of wind blew through the air, the trees screamed, the birds flew and he felt alive, but just as the high he felt earlier had, the wind died down and slowly disappeared.
It was then he knew and realized that everything in this world would build up and die down over and over again, the seasons, the day, even his moods, the endless cycle, the circle of life would continue for ever more weather he turned the final page or not.
As he sat delicately on the garden step looking down at the bare trees, listening to their call as the wind whistled through them, the urge to do something more, to be something more had vanished, just as the sun had vanished behind the clouds, or as the last leaf vanished from sight being blown away in the Autumn Air.
His hand hovered softly over the last page of his note pad, lingering as if the only important choice left to make was if the page should be turned, to start over again, because not only was he closing the book of songs he had written, he was also metaphorically closing a chapter of his life, and just like those songs in the book, nothing stood out.
He took a deep breath and rose from the step, the book fell from his lap to the floor, at the same moment the most almighty gust of wind blew through the air, the trees screamed, the birds flew and he felt alive, but just as the high he felt earlier had, the wind died down and slowly disappeared.
It was then he knew and realized that everything in this world would build up and die down over and over again, the seasons, the day, even his moods, the endless cycle, the circle of life would continue for ever more weather he turned the final page or not.