When a night is beautiful...

There was a soft voice calling from afar: “Wake up!”

        And She did, just to hear the storm coming. The rain slowly picked up just as She was opening Her eyes. And then the first lightning struck and the thunder echoed in Her heart. The wind gently moaned and so did She.

            She curled up making a cute animal like noise then uncurled clawing gently at the sheets. There was a smothered laugh and a warm hand pulled her in for a hug. She smiled. She liked the feeling of naked skin against Hers.

                                      She fell asleep listening to the sounds of the storm….

    When the alarm went off I woke up. And so did She. She had to tell me all about the stormy night. We lay with our eyes closed for a while and then we got up to make coffee.

    Later, with a hot cup in one hand and a cigarette in the other we looked at the world outside. The air was cool and fresh from the rain; we had a jazzy soundtrack to our morning. She smiled happily and our heart fluttered like that of a little child on the first day of summer vacation waiting to run out and play. Neither one of us knew why the night and the morning were so magical and beautiful but we were glad.

                            We heard the door open behind us. She fell asleep again….

Just a little thing

 Up, higher, climbing. At first I was afraid. I had forgotten how to do this. There was a time when nothing came easier but today those first steps were harder then ever. I was so afraid. I thought about going back but then....I used to do this so often when I was young. I wanted to fly again.
     So I pushed on, climbing, the ground benеath my feet was soft and crumbling and I thought that this might be my last day on this planet. There was nothing between me and a long tumble downhill that could have been my death.
  I reach toward a tree and grabbed on to the trunk.
 And then all the fear was gone. A sudden surge of energy and certainty rushed trough me, filled my head and released my feet from the grip of death. I walked faster, still climbing, higher and higher, reaching for branches and trees, they held me in their arms.
  I was seven again. The woods were mine and there was nothing that could harm me, nothing that could stop me. But then....I wasn't seven. I am 21. But the woods are still mine like they've always been. And that made me even happier.
 And then I got to the top of the hill. There was a little secluded meadow full of flowers and little trees and insects. It seems no one had been here for a long time. The sun shone above and the sky was a warm blue. I felt like I was flying, soaring above the mountaintops and the beating hart of the mountains was merged with mine.
I stood there for a while, lost in the sensations. Just me and Nature.
   Then I started my journey back. My feet were light and I barely needed to look where I was stepping. The trees held me, the rocks gave me foothold.
Me and Nature. That's all there was.

Fly

"There she goes again, that crazy girl from the top floor"
 I heard her words but I did not mind them. Humans will be humans. What do they know.
 I walked right under her window. She lived on the second floor of my building and always kept watch on who came in and who came out. She had nothing better to do.
 Many times I've felt her gaze on my back as I walked away late in the evening - barefoot and dressed in nothing but a light white dress, even in the coldest winter. And each time a part of her came with me although she was unaware of it.
 Again I walked slowly towards the woods. The moon hidden behind thick clouds. The wind - cold and sharp like a silver blade. And again - a part of the woman from the second floor came with me.
 She was old.
 - It's time - I told her when I got to my sacred place. - You have to move on.
 As I said this the woman appeared in front of me. A ghost.
 - What is going on? How did I get here? - she asked, a bit hysterical.
 - You are dead. It's your time. I will lead you to the next world.
 Her eyes widened as she saw my wings spread from my back and shine in the dark of the forest like a wildfire. I took her hand and smiled. Humans will be humans. They would never believe that a crazy girl could fly.

me and Her(Story One)

    I closed my eyes and She opened Hers. The world was colorful and new and filled with things She had never seen before. She wanted to reach out and touch everything but I had to get home so we just walked. She was looking around trying to saver every site, every sound. There were some low branches and She reached an touched the leaves. Then She turned to me and asked me what they were called. I told Her. The word started swirling in Her mind and i could hear Her quietly repeating it to herself.
    We walked some more. I was starting to feel tired and She wanted to run. That was a bit of a problem because we shared the same pair of legs.
    "Come on, lets dance" She said to me and started singing. I didn't want to but this was Her time and I had to at least give Her that.
    She sang and she danced for a while and then I had to sit down. She couldn't understand why. She stared for a while blankly at things and decided she doesn't like the guy who just passed by us. After a few more minutes of rest I was finally able to get up.   
      She closed Her eyes. I opened mine. My body was aching all over. My head was spinning a little. I was exhausted but I was happy. Because She got to see a bit of the world with Her own eyes.

Magical

    Magic is in the air tonight. I feel so lucky to have been a part of this.
    I was getting home from work and saw there were a lot of people in the local pub which was unusual for a Sunday. I stopped to talk to the people and learned that they were all gathered to celebrate the birthday of the deceased father of one of the women. It was a sort of memorial to a wonderful man. I don't believe I met him but I felt from the emotions of everyone else that he was(and still is wherever he may be) a great, kind man.
    I sat there with everyone else and even though I didn't quite fit in with this crowd I felt this is where I ought to be right now. Somewhere around two AM we all got up and went to one of the neighbourhood's playgrounds to light up a Chinese flying lantern.
    It did not go without it's difficulties.
    Everyone wrote or drew something on the lantern and even though everyone was being careful at the end there was a hole in it. We patched it up and for a moment that seemed to be the only bump in the road.
    There was almost no wind the entire evening until we tried to light up the lantern. The wind suddenly picked up at that moment and the thing almost burned before it even got the chance to take of. But with some duct tape and a little bit of acrobatics it was finally set flying. It started drifting directly at one of the nearby buildings. I gathered all strength I had and willed the winds to change the lantern's course. After that it flew higher where it got caught in some strong currents and soon after it caught fire and slowly started descending. I ran in an attempt to see where it would fall. I failed but the running stirred my blood. I saw it was falling to fast and the it was still on fire so i focused my energy on it and the flames quickly died out.
    This was a magical night. Not just because of all the people gathered there and the incredible sense of love and kindness that flowed from them, not just because I managed to will the winds for the first time in a long time but because of all of it. For one brief moment when that lantern took flight the entire world held it's breath and stood in awe of this amazing moment of true love, belief and unity.
    When the moment passed I found myself wanting to share it all with the world. I wanted to reach out to every soul out there and make them feel what me and the rest of the people there felt. I wanted to give a piece of this magic to everyone.
    It was a magical night and it makes me think there are a lot more to come in the near future. Will you share the next one with me?

Spring rain

 I love the world after the rain.
  Everything is sparkling in the sunlight which has suddenly broken trough the clouds. The sent of wet trees gently tingles the tip of my nose and a light wind caries little drops of rain from the leafs to my face.
  I like to take long walks after the rain and take in the freshness. There are very few people out - most people hate to be out when it's cold and wet. I find it somewhat poetic and very pleasant.
  The sun slowly pushes trough the clouds as I take my first steps in to the forest. It's as if an enormous, magnificent creature is awakening and spreading it's wings over the world filling it with joy. It's the birth of a brand new world. Everything is cleaned, the darkness and coldness of Winter have been washed away by the spring rain. The world is clean again and ready to start anew. Life is boiling under the ground rushing trough the trees and in my veins. 
  I walk trough the woods and feel like I'm a part of them, their roots are mine, I drink the sunlight trough their leafs. The world is beautiful and for the first time this year I feel at peace. I, like the trees have been washed by the spring rain and I'm ready to blossom again.
 

The living lightning

  She was born in the middle of an earthquake. The moment I first saw her I knew she wasn't really human. She was a lightning brought to life, electricity in a human body. The others gave her some name but I never bothered to remember it. To me she was just Spark.
  I was among the first to hold her when she and her mother came out of the hospital and it was in my arms when she smiled for the first time. And I could see her seeing me, seeing everything like no one could. She had a mesmerizing aura and a soothing presence that made you want to lay the world at her feet. All she wanted though was to be free.
  She's a bit older now and I can see she's forgetting who and what she is. But that spark in her eyes will never fade. My little living lightning. She has the power to change the world, make it more beautiful, to melt hearts and bring joy. And all she wants is to be free. Like a lightning should.
  I will wait for her to grow up and if she wants me to I'll tell her what she is. And I'll teach her how to be free. But until that moment comes I'll sit back and watch her change the world, watch her burn away the darkness of the eons past and shine the way to a brighter future. My poor little living lightning. She bares one of the biggest burdens - she was born for greatness.