Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, January 12, 2009

A melancholy dreamer

Quicksand, it has been said that the movies dramatized the scene where people were trapped in the quicksand and drowned. Scientist said it is relatively impossible to drown in what is chemically sand and water, that it may slow you down , but it won’t keep you prisoner forever. Theoretically the more you struggle the longer you stay in the same place, so that it would make sense that small circular movements would edge you forward. Winter has a way of taking on the entrapment that appears like that of quicksand, the earlier part of the season is kept focused by the hustle and bustle of the holidays, which makes January come with a certain amount of let down, almost as if you have to focus without reward. My thoughts distant and my emotions fragile as I gaze out the window at the newly fallen snow.
Once more out the window ice crystals can be found and snowflakes of various colors now blanket the ground. Red, blue and green and purple can be seen , in the many moments explored through a melancholy dream. Rising from the east is the winter sun, hiding behind the clouds, no rays of warmth are spun. The friendship we share replaced the rays of gold, with a bright light reflecting from your very soul.

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