The other day we were driving berween cities late at night. There were few cars on the highway and mostly streetlights and dry grass in view. We ate candy in the shape of eggs and talked about building a stargate in my brothers livingroom.
Then it started snowing. We were amazed, because it hadnt snowed for real almost all winter. It snowed even more, we couldnt see the road in front of us, we could just see a white blurr of snow coming at us.
We slowed down and drove carefully through the storm.
We went under a bridge and when we came out on the other side the sky was totally clear, there werent even any signs of snowflakes on the ground.
This little episode made me so happy. Im often quite sad that I live in a city so that I dont get to experience those feelings of being left in the care of nature more often.
I grew up in a little village of ten houses only, I only had my siblings and the forest to play with. I grew up seeing my own feelings reflected in nature. I loved the feelings of acknowledgement I got when I was sad and crying and it started raining.
I often feel trapped in the body of a big city monster. Built by people, but then eating them up. They could just disappear into it, become a part of it. I guess its comforting that so many people see you. Youre seen, youre really there.
But I feel lost.
If you could choose between stress or boredom, which would you prefer?
