I lay back on the hammock, feeling myself swing. In the distance, there was traffic, but far enough not to bother me. The wind is laughing once more, dressed in its carnival clothing, the distinct gold and scarlet colors. They play about the earthy hues of the trees, wafting a scent of the jasmines from the garden. Lost in these daydreams of feathered wings, this summer getaway was turning out to be relaxing. My thoughts painted the joy of doing nothing to swimming with rainbow fish, feeling the rhythm of a new body with fins. In these moments, I am a ship upon a sun-warmed sea, sails relaxed and stretched out upon the mast.
When I wasn't at my cottage, I would be at the temple in the center of town. Tall and majestic, its ancient structure was only ever so slightly weathered by time. Its towering entrance beckoned me with open arms, inviting me to explore the hidden treasures. The air was heavy with a scent of incense, mingling with the soft murmurs of prayers. Surrounded by intricately carved sculptures and ornate altars, garlands of marigolds were scattered around. I was entranced. I would watch as the flickering flames of oil lamps danced hypnotically, casting a warm glow upon everyone's faces. It was all so calm.
Yet, everywhere I went, he followed me. He was the starry eyed puppy forcing me out of the tranquil confines of my mind.
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Must Have Been The Wind
Genç KurguAmidst the symphonies of honking horns and street vendors calling out their wares, the wind was the reigning prom-queen. In the scorching heat of summer, the wind was only an occasional visitor. I watched as the townspeople, no longer fanning their...
