Fall Antiques

There was something about the fall air that always warmed her heart - to the core, as deep as she could possibly feel it.

It could have been a combination of things - the brisk air, the smells of the decay that rose from the forest, or the lack of colors in the leaves that remained on the trees. She always felt at peace, almost somber - as loose as one could be while still in control.

She loved walking through the woods when it was this time of the season - the leaves crinkled below her feet, crunching and snapping, letting her know that soon the dark clouds would be approaching and bring forth the walls of white that would drench the forest. Maybe it was that she felt safe in the woods. The dull colors harbored her, surrounding her with browns, oranges, and deeps reds, like one giant blanket that was coiled around her, hiding her from everything else.

Deep down though, she knew what she loved - the look that came with dusk. It happened when the sun began to set early, casting a brown haze over everything it touched, blurring the outlines of shapes, dulling the vibrant colors of the trees.

It made everything look old, delicate, worn out.

Except for her. It made her feel as alive as ever.

Fast Forward

It was his favorite spot to run.

His friends would always want to play tag behind his house. They'd play for hours, laughing and cheering each other one as they ran, pursued by whoever was it. From sun up to sun down, they'd be in the yard, zig zagging, back and forth, running from one another - not a care in the world.

He loved it, how the wind would howl in his ears, pushing his hair back away from his eyes as his legs pumped below him like pistons in a revved up motor.

He was never worried. Not many could catch up to him and for those who could, he'd run to his spot. The edge of the property where the trees made a enclosed path, like a hallway.

He'd sprint as fast as his little legs could carry him, darting in and out of the trees - sometimes doubling back, but always returning to the center, to run pure and free, gain as much speed as he could.

There was no greater feeling for him than to be charging down that leaved, mossy tunnel, the wind whooshing, trees whipping by - that's when the world seemed to blur around him.

That's when he felt invincible.

Dreamscapes

Whenever she closed her eyes, she would make sure she'd end up where she wanted to be - in her world, alone, left to wander the hillsides, tiptoe across the streams, and lay in the bright sun.

In her dreams she could end up anywhere. But she always ended up in the same pink field. She never got tired of it - never felt alone. She was always content, relaxed, lost amongst the bright hue of the grass that sprouted around her, rolling through endless hills - waves of magenta.

It was soft to the touch. Not like normal grass. She could lay in it for hours, breath in it's sweet scent. The streams that meandered through the hills were bright and clear. The most vibrant aqua she had ever seen. The water was cool to her bare skin, but never cold - the perfect temperature to take her first breath away, but never powerful enough to make her uncomfortable. It would lap at her ankles, tickle the back of her calves - coax her to flow downstream with her.

Sometimes she wanted to - lay back and let the current taker her down, around the bends, to wherever it flowed - hidden beyond the horizon.

But she never could - the grass held her close.

It was what she looked forward to every night as she lay in her bed and shut her eyes.

Pools

There was something about her eyes that sucked him in.

Those large, perfect brown eyes - edges tinted with green. He'd have to always be careful, otherwise he'd fall in and be lost for days.

Growing up, people always told him that "eyes are the windows to the soul".

When he looked into hers, he knew he was home.

Nicotine Dreams

It was something about how the smoke drifted out from between his lips and danced with the fresh air in front of his face that calmed him.

Many thought it was the nicotine, seeping deep into his pores, flowing through his system, numbing his brain. The haze before him was what lowered his heart beat, brought him down, relaxed his core.

The long day of work seemed to drift behind him, forgotten amongst the swath of smoke. His back didn't hurt anymore, the dirt lodged under his fingernails didn't matter. Deep inside his lungs, the smoke churned, coating everything it touched - he'd begin to drift.

With a Marlboro between his lips - he could take on the world.

Dark Side

I want it.

Minus the diapers, food spills, and probably crying all night long.

I hope this video cheered all of you up.

I'm tired. I'm getting over a cold. I promise I'll write a story or two tomorrow.

Two Coins of Your Eyes

I'm in a mellow mood.

Chillin' out. Relaxed.

I've been cutting spots all week while at work - trying to get notice, get some practice in. Move up to editor status and I'm really content from it all. It's weird that only after a few, I can feel myself growing, stylistically and visually.

To sum up how I feel, I'm going to simply post a song. It's very serene. The lyrics are beautiful and the melody just carries you away.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Happy listening.

Two Coins by DISPATCH

(Yes - by clicking the play button, and pop-up window appears - but no worries. Trust it! It'll play you the song!)

Sea Foam

It was always the first thing he woke up to in the morning.

The smell, lingering in the air, thick and ever present hung outside his home, waiting for him to begin his morning walk around the village.

Every morning he knew it'd be there, ready to invade his nose and pull him towards the coast. Light and frothy - it was never overwhelming. Rather comforting.

He didn't need to hear to rolling waves in the distance, crashing against the wharf to know it was there.

All he had to do was take a deep breath to know the sea foam had rolled in on the tide.