the wind [Theme] Page 1

Ten seconds - and you would have saved everyone.

There are no words left from the beautiful stained glass window. The carpet of colorful and once cozy leaves has turned into a rustling old blanket. Each, even the most cautious step, turned the past life into decayed dust, which was carried away by the chilly wind of change. It was no longer possible to wrap yourself in sad memories to keep warm. The present was bursting at the seams.

At that moment, when you are completely exhausted, and the heaviness falls into every cell of your mind and body, like sticky cotton candy, at that moment you can try to retire, just close your eyes and imagine your home. Your inner home. At first you will see a lot of people and a lot of fuss around, leave only the most dear ones, look each of them in the eyes and go beyond the space. And now you can safely imagine what you see around you: meadows or fields, or maybe it will be a damp dark forest. Choose yours, what is close and responds, feel the mood of the weather, feel the wind, aromas, sounds and continue walking, acutely absorbing everything. You will see a house ahead. Imagine what it will be like, what the doors and windows will be like. And what color are they? Touch and feel the structure with your hand, open the doors and go inside. Now slowly begin to explore everything that you see there, what is truly yours, and what is it like, how many rooms are there, is there furniture there, and what objects are in it, how the rays of light fall, are there aromas, are there sounds heard, what is the house filled with , what is in plain sight and what is hidden from view. Walk slowly, slowly, through the entire space, merge with it, remember yourself as a little person, remember what you dreamed about, what stories you were replaying in your head, whether there is anything left from your wonderful childhood. Fill your home with what you need, remove everything unnecessary. Stay in this state, feel the sun breaking through the windows, the warmth of the walls, that coziness, peace and quiet that you need, remember this, breathe in, fill up and you can slowly return to reality. And this will be a completely different reality...

thanks to everyone who listens to me...

If any of the people opposes the fulfillment of my duties, then he becomes no less indifferent to me than the sun, the wind, or a wild animal.

He asks for alms from the shadow.

To a happy land, where there is no powerlessness...

The wind is raging and the rain is pouring. Why am I not glad that I met my love?

The wind was very annoying and tore the painting off the easel several times.

Today I took my ticket to the unknown.

In the desert, the hot, harmful wind continued to play with the sand. Sefer was going through hard times. The hearts of Adil and the girl ached for everyone who had to face losses. I've always been sick, but not now. Now they just loved each other. And this love was the only stable and correct thing in life. She was a constant. Not insidious, like a snake, but healing. And their bodies entwined with each other, their ragged breathing, and sultry kisses were more eloquent than any words.

The south tower trembles and sways, doubts are in my heart...

The city is overgrown with snowdrifts. Unremoved snow rose like white mountains. Trams and trolleybuses stood motionless with broken windows, and the wind shook broken, icy wires above them. Leningrad was turning into a ghost town.

It smelled of damp earth dust and dry wood, a delightfully subtle and spicy smell that penetrates the very core, bringing peace and a devastating tranquility that you want to gradually fill with new, fresh and sonorous thoughts.