it is late in the evening the windows are wide open trying to catch every breeze that comes up and through this hill. there is music playing and right now i hear the violin and cello more than all the rest. the evening breeze she is a friend who comes when she hears your heart call, when she feels the words become caught between your rib cage and skin. it is incredible how quickly i fell into this piece of music, a transporter of time. twirling away from you and towards you and for you. if i was daring i would walk out into the blackened sky feeling the earth with my naked feet, hands reaching for what my eyes can not see but the illumination in my heart would guide me and i would find you, fall for you. you would be staring back at me through the darkness that was time past, wasted, i am not daring so i let the breeze and the violin stir in me as i feel natures breath on my soul, my fingers open and i let it slip away..
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inspired by music i heard on a movie trailer by composer harry scott, perhaps i listened to it over hundred times.
* photographs a quick walk in the forest today before a menacing storm
