When spring time comes around, things begin to move once again. My father fixed my bike for me. I got on it and rode around the village. Everything seemed so...surreal. It was darker out, the clouds threatening to unleash it's both purifying and destructive element. Without a barrier between oneself and the world, things seem so very different. [Mind you, I wear glasses, and rarely go outside. I'll watch the world go by in a car, or watch it from my window.] The Webster water tower blended ini with the collor of the clouds, and I rode my bike faster. Finding myself in a patch of tall grass, I looked around. Beyond this field was the forest I wanted to check out a few months back, and I began to approach it once more. This time, I go t a hoorrible feeling and bolted back to my bike, and I quickly pedaled away. I ended up this time in the Webster Fireman's field, a big and open, expansive field. I felt like crying and I remembered the time I tried running away from home. I stared at the setting sun, so bright and gorgeous. It felt like something wanted me. I just don't know if that something was a good or bad something. After writing all this, I feel hot, but I also feel more grounded, more back to the physical realm.
I've made a note to look into solar deities.
I've made a note to look into solar deities.
