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The sky

This morning was so beautiful I could hardly stand it.

I awoke just before 6:00 to darkness and the sound of a steady rain. The rain continued for two hours as I ate breakfast and prepared to go grocery shopping. The wind kicked up just before I left, blasting open the front door and knocking objects about. It was still raining when I entered the store at 8:00.

When I emerged from the store an hour later, everything had changed. The rain had stopped. The sky had shattered into pieces, with dazzling bright blue patches mixed with the grey. Clouds, both dark and bright white, were racing across the sky. The edges of some of the clouds were illuminated by an unseen sun, so brilliantly that the light hurt my eyes.

This transfiguration made me want to weep with joy.


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Dec. 8th, 2004 03:53 am (UTC)
The sky
Many years ago, I ate some outstanding mushrooms and sat in a green field. I stared at the sky for hours. Ever since that day I have had a true appreciation for its beauty. Cloudy or clear, I can easily become lost in the endless sky.
Dec. 8th, 2004 09:10 am (UTC)
I feel that
I cherish similar experiences i could never adequately describe. The waxing golden light intrinsic of autumn illuminating the waking earth as well as my spirit. It is in these precious and transitory moments before casting my dry fly onto the torrent fall current of the river that I feel not only a complete peace, but an awareness and emotion that I cannot seem to take with me at days end and return to “reality”. The world and all I but only a day earlier believed to be “real” or of “true substance” are now shown to be arbitrary. My senses peak. The smell of the decaying foliage and the moist soil it blankets roll off of these hills and through this ancient and last native stand of white pine east of the Mississippi. The sounds of the pine squirrel, rising turkey, and stirring crow fill my inner ear with the music of the Seneca and Mohawk who once stood at this very spot. This almost otherworldly experience brings about a flood of sentiment and contemplation. I know the same joy and awe you are speaking of and relate to it better than our words could ever describe.
Dec. 18th, 2004 02:15 pm (UTC)
Re: I feel that
Transcendent experiences are indeed too much for words to handle. However inadequate our words may be, we must try anyway, if we ever hope to connect with other human beings.

Speaking of words and hope, I hope to see some words in your own journal eventually, Warren.
Jan. 3rd, 2005 05:48 am (UTC)
I had a very similar experience on New Year's Eve. I had arranged a party for me and four of my closest friends at one of their houses in Syracuse. When I stepped outside at 6:00pm with my bags in hand to begin the trip I was astonished to find that it was 52 degrees, humid (after a rain) and slightly breezy. I was blown away by how nice it felt to smell warm, fresh air in the middle of winter. All I could do was stand outside my door for at least a minute taking deep breaths of the fresh air through my nose. I wished I could inhale endlessly and never exhale.

It's funny how weeks of winter can make a rainy, 52 degree day seem like paradise.
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