A very interesting topic today on the WordPress Daily Post: “If you controlled the weather, what would it be like outside today?”
It has been a lazy contemplative Saturday. I went for a little walk outside some time back, with this topic running in my head. It’s a cloudy night right now… the air is heavy suggesting impending rains. I could hear the sound of crickets from the nearby foliage.
Given the mood and the momentum of the hour, I probably like the weather just fine. It’s a silent night, resonating with my thoughts, matching pace with my methods of passivity. I probably would want to change the setup a bit, if I may, would love to get transported to a dense jungle with an ever understanding, never questing book for company beside a balmy bonfire. A familiar melody playing in the background in just about perceptible volume would complete the scene as I picture it.
Solitude is not valued enough in our times today, reasons of privacy taken as a personal affront by self anointed benefactors that show themselves into our lives. So, given the times we live in, I would very much want to be on my own, if not forever, then at least tonight in this almost real surrealistic moment I am having in the heart of nature.
I gaze at the sky above, as it shows itself, hidden mostly behind the thick expanse of caressing tree branches. I am expanding with it, reaching out to it, rising above and beyond the entanglements that surround me.
A tiny drop finds its way and plop it lands on my forehead… followed by a few more. The thickness of the trees above me doesn’t let many pass through, but the few that do are enough to drench a good part of me within a few minutes. The lush flames of the bonfire have turned into a smoldering whisper. I take my book and reach for my tent, as the song ‘Rain drops keep falling on my head’ plays in the background.
For a quick retreat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4surj6apthc&feature=related