No wind. No sun. I can only see the thick white clouds and the blue sky. The lake is slightly covered with a tint of gray. Just as I was writing this, the wind came, the sun went out for a peak. “Hello, wind.” I said, just as I practiced. Quite a long time since I last went here on my own. Face as calm as the morning, thoughts as wild as the night at war.

I needed to come here again…

“Wind, calm my thoughts. Sun, shed light to the shadow that’s conquering my rainbow.”

I needed to come here again…

the tiger is tamed but still remembers its history. The brave one that became successful is now being haunted by its ghosts again.

24 March 2012
10:38am, white bench