Sideline

There was a full moon last night. Its hazy glow barely managed to light up the clouds that smothered the waxy disc with its bulbous uneven fluff, and the night was dark otherwise. A chilling wind had prevailed throughout the day, but was only distempered even more by the darkness. Howls of agony echoed through the silence as the wind tossed and gushed through the topmost boughs of the trees next door. It wasn’t a pleasant night to be out in by any means.

If you had asked why I had been standing out in that battlefield, I wouldn’t have been able to answer. Nor would I have been able to explain why I didn’t have a torch to light my way, wherever I was going. But there I was, out in the wind with a giant coat and messed up hair, as the wind had pummeled my tresses somewhat. I had been standing out there for awhile, amazed at how much energy there was all around me.

If we had been able to harness the energy of the wind, tossing branches that no human could ever lift like they were ribbons. If we could harness the energy keeping those clouds up, and be able to reach the thousands of liters of water in the sky, waiting to be harvested. And no, this blog wasn’t meant to be a science paper on what could be and what will be.

I don’t know, just felt like describing that scene. Sometimes, I missed so many things that are so common place, and yet so beautiful, terrible.

When was the last time I gazed up at the sky and felt awed by the stars above?

I was walking home early evening last night, and star gazed my way home, admiring the lavender tainted hue of the heavens, with their navy depth spilling out into the west and stars, like diamonds scattered across velvet. I realized what I had been missing out on all this time during my rush to get home.

When was the last time I paused to stare at the dew in the grass, admiring the way the perfectly shaped crystals perched delicately on the tips of silvery green blades, or the way they roll off, bead-like, at the slightest tremble of the grass.

When was the last time I gazed at puddles on the ground, mesmerized by the perfectly symmetrical ripples spread as each raindrop hits the surface and disappears into a pool with its fellows.

When was the last time I laid in bed and listened to the rain lightly beat its lullaby against the glass of my window while the wind gently whistled its tune into my ears?

When was the last time I went cloud gazing?

We’ve all been sidelined from the simple things that make life beautiful, and it’s time I returned to admire them.

-Blood