painting with a windy soul (attempting to express inexpressible emotions, tho didnt really succeed ;)
i went to a grassy place, to sit 'n paint a painting. i stopped 'n looked back on the path i had taken; the wind blew strong in my face, lashing my hair back behind me. then i turned back around, to where i was going, my teary eyes peaked through winding hair, that rushed out 'round the front of my face. my vision flowed along a blustery gale, directed upon signal hill; towards the narrows and the tower. i believed in my tears and my aching heart that my eyes sped up the wind.
i looked upon the miraculous view, feeling the moment energize my cells. i felt inside the power of the universe, and hoped to not lose sight of it again, and questioned why i do.