Wednesday, January 28, 2009
 | Category: Dreams and the Supernatural Sofia It was snowing invitingly all day. Unable to do it in a day light, I went out for a long night walk. Was feeling the frail soft snow under the shoes. Kept walking slowly, enjoying the incredible peaceful hour until the skin felt the colds embrace and the tingle was getting stronger and sharper, suggesting to the mind the idea of the steamy hot shower... Yet, it was such a beautiful calm and craved solitude that I could not leave the moment just like that... Without a particular reason, I stopped under a street light - looked upwards - and did notice for the first time what the way of the falling single icy crystal is... The cotton-like flakes, whirling and floating in the air, was forming spirals while flying, as tough they were looking carefully for a comfortable place to land and rest... But there were also groups of several siblings, hugged each other or held together in a chain-dance, as being heavier and while falling, was drawing wider circles... Nothing is happen gratuitously in the Nature... Isn't it amazing - that logic and order and beauty... and everything is so simple, so clear, so undoubtedly perfect and obvious... Coming from the invisible darkness and weaving the cleanest and softest thick white carpet, the snow slowly was covering the ground, as if an unsubstantial suggestion was coming from nowhere and at the critical line of the light it was putting the most fairy outfit and was turning to matter... reflecting and shining on the street lamp as if made from the purest platinum and most precious and shiniest stones... While taking part of that play like an observant, my sight was pushed aside from a more physical experience: The skin felt the impish touch of the snow. It was pinching softly the cheeks, the icy dust was turning to water in the very moment, contacting with the warm-blooded life-stream of the face. The uniqueness of the moment made me close my eyes, trying to feel every single nuance of that experience. The main sense, being the sentry on guard after the sight was shut, was my hearing. I was expecting and inpatient to hear the silence. To expose my face to the snow and to enjoy its kissing... Instead I heard a chatter... Appalled in the beginning, but kept the eyes shut and the conversation uninterrupted. Who said that the snow is quiet and dumb? That one is such a twaddler! Ever heard the voice of the snow? That fairy whisper is an amazing narrator. Every single flake is saying its catchword, exactly on its place, as if an unique orchestra is playing the one and only and unforgettable symphony. The tones were in narrow range, yet, so differentiable.They were not even tones, but sounds, still - with distinguished timbre, alike to soft crackles and clicks. Funny chatter. Enchanted scene... I lost the sense of time completely and only the numb with cold fingers and toes pulled me out of the Unreality. I stepped back, opened my eyes, observed the snow-falling again, hid my hands in the pockets, walked backwards for a while and once I found myself thinking of the time... I knew - with the magic is over. The moment is gone. But the very one will live in me as one of the most intimate interactions between the Nature and the Metaphysics... |
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