Today was the perfect one to start something new...
The air's getting colder, I saw the first crows in the fields beside the road, and the first red and brown leaves caught my eyes this morning, as I drove to work. Winter is coming, fall before it, and with that also my favorite time of the year. I love the cool wind through autumn-colored tree leaves, the warm light that can only be seen during fall afternoons, and the smell the air takes on when the first snow is about to arrive, moist and fresh.
To me, summer is bright, aggressive, hot and busy, but winter is cool, calm and soothing. The world gets quieter, like dorment, still it somehow seems stronger beneath the surface.
I love the feelings that arise within me every year when I notice this first faint signs of the seasons' change.
Last night I wrote... lyrics, I thought first, but for music that's not yet been written. I wouldn't know by whom it should be. I wish I could put my feelings to songs, not only be listening to those of others.
Some excerpt from last night's gain:
Dark wearying paths, again hopeless tries,
Never-fading longing, a wish to the skies
A spark of fate, a fate full of pain,
Centuries to pass, life’s wisdom to gain.
What's just words for some, is a script of their life for others.
Words can be interpreted in so many ways and while none of you might read the same things in them as I do, some of you might still see beauty in them because of their own personal way of understanding them. Managing to write in a way that makes that possible - writing words that are vague enough to allow interpretation, yet clear enough to transfer the feelings I had in mind - is what I try to learn and what I adore about writers who already can.
A long "beginning" - but who said it had to be short...
