Ughm, well, I have something to share with you but still not the proper
words. However, I will no longer stay quiet and I will begin my story.
So it
was winter again, the sky was gray and unfriendly as if it was going to fall
over your head. It made me feel smaller and useless. And there was no other
option to change my mood with some cheerful smile. The sky was so close to me
that I felt repressed by the Mother Nature. This was her way to punish us for
being selfish and not grateful for what we have already had. Then I looked
through the window and what did I see? The trees! And I saw their sad and at the same time ugly
silhouettes all over the town, as if they wanted to be part of a battlefield
but they have been lost during the time and space; as if they were blind and
could not find the path leading to this field, and realizing that they were
lost they have decided to stop somewhere and to remain there – naked and angry
because no soul wanted to lead them. And they met too many souls and asked them
for help – some of them were corrupted from the way of life - they wanted
something in exchange of their help; others were too tired and wanted a break
every 30 minutes; and the worse of them the ignorant ones – those pity souls
did not care about anything and anyone, they did not even give a damn for
themselves. What could you expect from them? Nothing! So the trees froze in time and took their new
shapes; the shapes which they discovered during that disappointing travelling.
But even sadder was the story of the winter wind. Once the winter wind had a lover – the warmest breeze of the world. She was so hot that she could fly with a man on her shoulders for months; she could warm even the coldest heart up only with one touch. And the winter wind was happy; his breath was softer and his music was delight. They traveled through the world together and playing with the land and the sea. One day the summer saw the breeze and wanted her for him. He envied the winter wind because he was no longer cruel and harsh to the earth. One day the summer caught the breeze in a moment of weakness and made her promise that she will help him. She agreed and he told her that they should go to the most distant place in the world. She wanted to say goodbye to her lover but the summer refused her. She only left a short melody saying that she would come back once she is done helping summer. Unfortunately, the summer had no plans to leave her and still she is with him, warming every part of the world. But she became cruel, too. When she is asking to leave the summer and he still says no, she becomes so hot that people are dying, fires burn the earth, lakes become deserts. This is her small revenge for being lied and kept enslaved.
As for the winter wind, he found this short melody
and stood alone, he felt rejected. Since then, his breath is sharper, even colder
and stronger. He no longer has mercy to these pity souls. Sometimes he gets so
cold that he even kills. And yet, he cannot forgive summer and breeze for their
betrayal. He is still playing the melody again but this time it is impossible to
understand what he is introducing to my ears. It is a bit painful to
recognize his emotions. There isn't any snow and it would not be snowy anytime soon.
But it is cold, so cold that you can’t stay out for more than five to ten
minutes.
And this is how all the sadness around me reshaped my view of the landscape...
