Marks in the Sky, web-log by Cumulus Rider

Tuesday, January 11, 2005 - ONE WINTER DAY ON A FORBIDDEN ISLAND

I gave myself a nice present today- one whole day. I don’t want to see clients or telephone, not even her...no one!

My only desire is to see myself, deep within.

Maybe some special friends I haven't seen for a long time, but I will think about that later. Right now I am perfectly content being on my own.

 

Just finished running. Finally an honest burst of energy after a lengthy break, its good to know I haven't lost my stamina. If I ever feel I can touch the sky then that must be while running. As I move with speed, all of my body becomes alive and I feels like some  demiurge storming through the earths sticky atmosphere.

Even now as I am writing, my body still vibrates with sweet remnants of the ecstasy that sprint never fails to bring.

This morning, on a spur of a moment I decided to change direction and run with the ancient city across the bay.  I went down, under the promenade, on the docks, so close to the sea and its heavy scent. This is why this island never ceases to amaze me, so small and yet you just need to  take one sudden turn for an entire new world to open in front of you. 

After the jog I did a bit of tai chi and meditation at abandoned Surfside platform and the horizon with pinkish clouds over grey sea expanded, encircling me like the 360 degrees photo. I merged with the universe for a short while.

 

There is something about bright winter days.

Sunny winter day and I am always slightly euphoric. The air is crisp and the sky  radiant with the brightest shade of blue while sharply defined huge clouds slowly but visibly roll across the horizon.
Faintly, and only from time to time I can feel rudimentary scent of the spring still to come.

 I am going to follow that scent now...

 

 


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A TRUELY EXCEPTIONAL MEDIOCRITY or

The Knight of the Storms journey from the Forbidden Island and back...

This is a dialog between me and my soul. It is a dialog for the people. All people, all Men race, colour or creed.

In my dreams I build bridges that span the seas, a routes upon which my brothers and I can cross, free of charge, from a desire to learn each other's ins and outs, ups and downs, ways and means...

Most of the times I am just the android dreaming of the electric sheep, but there are times when I am not, then I write here. Cant help but quote exceptional Kia:

"Feel free to ask me anything. I cant quarantee however, that I will listen or care. As the matter of fact, dont ask me anything, just sit down and shut up."

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