fall

A breeze touched the wind bell gently.

He knelt down towards the East and prayed softly and seriously, he wished his hopes could be transmitted to God by the breeze. Then he had the best meal in his life. After finishing, he breathed an ice cream - like air, the sweat and the cool permeated into his head and oozed out his skin. He stepped out the room where he had stayed for 10 years.

It's shackles made sounds like the wind bell, so clear and sharp. The sounds spread all the long corridor, that sounded like a happy melody. Yes, it was. He felt his shackles became relaxing and refreshing, and each of his steps were slim and graceful, and each of his steps were firm. "The sun always has latent damage in this season!" he thought and continued to say to the guards "The winds are lovely in this season!" They smiled their agreement.

There were drumbeats, and he kept going to a bridge. When he got past the bridge, he felt his clothes did not stick on his skin anymore. He saw farmers were busy reaping in the distance, and saw people were selling and buying pomelos on the street. A breeze from a litte river blew through his long hair and diluted his fears and nervousness.

The drumbeats became pressing, strong and rippled on the pounds, but he was attracted by these beautiful and peaceful scenes. The yellow was seeping the green, the orange sticked the red... It seemed more colorful than other seasons but the flamboyance was deep and lumpy liked the paintings of Impressionist. He breatrhed cool, fresh air again and appeared a satisfied smile, then he continued to walk until the drumbeats stopped.




wrote on Aug. 03, 2004 in Geelong in AUS.