Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

just…

A number of years ago, this was my window on the world. Life seeped in slowly, rising up from the land below.

On a clear and crisp day, it was possible to see the contours of land for miles around. The horizon was never far enough away. Inspirational skies would ebb and flow, bringing with them with a seemingly endless choice of mood lighting. With inclement weather, woolen fog blanketed the contours of small hills. With the summer sun, the English countryside gleamed as a polished diamond would. But all the time the miniscule cars zoomed around like dust specks under a microscope. The road would never cease. In that room, with that window on the world, my life changed.

I would spend hours looking at the shape the clouds took in their cavorting dances, rolling, ascending, pouring. In my tiny tenth-floor room, I would spend time sketching, drawing, creating. All the time with eyes wide, mapping, wondering, not yet able to believe how lucky I was for being gifted such an aspect.

Now I wish to share this view with you. It may not be such a beautiful aspect to you, but it was my picture of freedom. Of developing, of changing, of growing into something new and unrestricted. And that, dear reader, is the meaning behind this new site.

Half the time my thoughts are up amongst the clouds, possibly being the ponderings thrown up by an errant experimentologist in an electrical storm, trying to determine if thought can flow down a kite string, and being accidentally frazzled in the process. Half the time these thoughts are on the ground, burrowing deep roots into the soil. Wherever they are, they are distant, in space, time, and memory. Miles away from me. Absolutely miles away.

I hope to collect these frazzled thoughts, to understand them, to love them, and to be free again.

Nice intro :)

thank you very much Doobrie

*cough*

[whispers] Right, am I here at the right time, finally? I am? Oh good. Right. Ahem. [/whispers]

What a lovely new site! Welcome!

*sigh*

Plus, that’s an absolutely wondrous photo. And you’re right, the scene and location of the first place we taste freedom in our lives can remain one of the most special for the rest of that same life. In my case, it will forever be a suburban side street in Ealing, I think.

Dear Mr. Witness,

Thank you for appearing in the comments box. You are very much on time now, I am very sorry you may have been early before, but not as early as before it even had a name, which would have been psychichally early. anyway, thank you, and hello!

Is your suburban side street in Ealing still there? I hope so. This view is sadly no longer! (well, apart from a helicopter or dangerous plane flying).

You know, that picture kind of reminds me of LA, when I’ve driven through it at night. Perhaps in some ways, we are all the same in the dark.

brilliant! here’s to obfuscated words! :-)
thank you for the comment on my own little sandbox.