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Water nymphs
6:42 PM
Water nymphs

Today promised to be a beautiful day. Sunshiney skies with white fluffy clouds that floated along gently in the blue sky. The leaves of huge green trees whispering gently, occasionally a leaf would come spinning down gently and perhaps get caught in her hair where he would brush it gently to the ground with a laugh. The merry bustle of people walking up and down sidewalks, the air vibrating with energy. If only it remained so.

And slowly but surely, the sunshiney skies lost their blue radiance. The clouds, no longer fluffy white, turned dreary and soggy grey. Trees now rustling ominously, their leaves threatening to blow right into her face as she struggles to walk against the wind. An unpleasant sensation of people rushing and pushing past her, each viciously eager to get to their destination. Insignificant she seems, merely another ant in such a long, long trail.

But no, she won't let herself be pushed down so easily. She finds some shreds of courage in a hidden reserve which fires her up and she sets her shoulders back and holds her head up high, defiantly determined not to back down that way and to keep her pride when she doesn't know just who might be watching.

Train rides that slow down at corners and groans and creaks worryingly. The rain doesn't lash down but it reaches the ground in fits and bursts. As she seats herself in between strangers, she stares out of the window and watches rivulets of rain slide down the clear plastic pane. And they don't seem to stop. At times slow and at times fast. There is a certain rhythm about them. She wishes the train ride wouldn't end. At her stop, she is tempted to remain on the train and take another ride just so that she can watch the rain from her seat.

The sky still retains its grey overcast but she decides to walk in the slight drizzle. Watching the raindrops make star-shaped dimples in the puddles, she looks up into the sky so that she can feel the raindrops on her face although she knows its probably acid rain. And for once, she stands there and wishes that oh, the sky would rip open and the rain would pour down on her in fury. But no, it doesn't happen that way. At least, not today. And so she walks under trees weighed down with water that gently shake their leaves, letting the water droplets roll gently down her arms . A slight wind comes up and blows her hair back, leaving her face and arms tingling with a slight chill. And she stands at the gate, a little dizzy, cold and tired.

She runs into the bathroom to draw a warm bath, sinking underneath the surface with her eyes all shut, letting the heat of the water sooth and calm her. The peacefulness of being underwater, the sensation of floating freely, all the cares and worries washed away. And in that solitude, she lets the pounding of her heart steady itself before rising from the quiet depth and breaking the surface to inhale the sweet smell of milky roses that mingle together with the steam that swirls all around her, leaving a lingering scent on her skin. Wrapped lovingly in water's embrace, she is once more renewed and ready to face the world.

Written on Tuesday, May 22, 2007; 6:42 PM

Flip My Past:
  • Confounded profoundity
  • Rainy days
  • Disembodified bathtubs
  • Rollercoasters
  • The same glass of water
  • The story of a girl
  • Walking on sunshine
  • Far, far away
  • Silky petals
  • Generous blood

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