Many clouded thoughts
by, March 12th, 2009 at 05:17 PM (467 Views)
The wind is howling outside, and the beginnings of a blizzard transform the landscape into a blank white country. It is a new canvas, waiting for an artist to express him or herself.
I know not why many dismiss my kingdom as bleary and dead. True, there is a certain beauty in the things that grow, however brief their life, and in flowers and trees. There is none of that here. But there is another beauty, one ageless and pure. There is the beauty of snow, drifting on silent wings to blanket the land in a layer of soft flakes. There is a beauty in ice, and in its cold precision and the intricate patterns it creates. There is a beauty in the cold mountains that surround me.
Yet few share my thoughts. In this way, I am also alone.
No one can understand the wanderings, thoughts, and motives of an Elidhu. It is near impossible. There is much they do not understand.
No one understands me.[/COLOR]