It did not come at night, nor even during the day. It came in between. No one was watching, waiting or listening. In an absence of the mind it just was. The Tempest. A storm no one could avoid, tame, name.

A journey now takes place. To the eye of the storm. To the peaceful place where those who know are able to spectate. Perceive the storm without being tossed around within.

Welcome to the Genesis of the storm. Welcome to the stories that permeate from my mind. So sit back and relax. For the ride is not too bumpy. We have a good driver.

Birds are chirping overhead. It is yet another dusky day. A grey mist lets the sun play peek-a-boo with the world.

“Wonder when the sun will finally be free… feels like it’s winter again.”

A warm pair of eyes glances back at their friend.

“One of these days soon bud, but I do not think today is that day.”

The two continue to watch the sky circle ahead. Squinting their eyes for each moment of the sun’s freedom. As time dragged on so did their eyelids. Dragged slowly down by the sand man. A deep sleep overcame them.

Large lion-like yawn

“Whooo!! What a nap! …wait. Where are we?”

No answer came as there was no one else there. The walls of the room seemed incandescent with a silvery blue glow. To the right was an unfinished puzzle, and the left a vase.

“Um… I have to be dreaming right? We fell asleep on the hill together so that’s where I should wake up! Instead I’m… here?”

Scanning the room felt like an eternity. No doors. No seams from wall to floor. Just a porthole window. A vase. A puzzle.

Inching towards the puzzle to gain a better look our friend finds he cannot describe it. Was it a landscape, a person or some abstract concept he just did not fathom?

Curiously placing pieces into their spots. One by one they were placed.

“This puzzle is getting harder the more I finish. Usually it’s the other way around!”

Standing up quickly (maybe too quickly) our friend falls facing the vase.

“Shit f*ck!”

Standing up our friend finds themselves directly in view of the porthole window.

Eyes widen… then furrow and squint in awe.

Eyes adjusting to the glare our friend sees their first sight of the outside world.

It is beautiful.

Gleaming crystalline shards rotating… no dance in a light that emanates more beautifully than any star. They seem to put on a show that is for themselves.

One azure colored shard shuffles its way towards our friends only window. Beckoning them to join in. What else can one do but join in such an inviting demonstration of joy?

“I never learned to dance… and yet it seems I can without any knowledge. What great fun!”

The dance went on for an eternity, yet this eternity felt like a short instance. It never ended. When the dancing was done our friend found that every movement was part of this shuffle, promenade, march, waltz…

And it went on and on.

Glistening. Shining. Sky was alight.

Movment. Elation. The dance was beging.

Our two friends, companions, lovers that are diffent than we can see; work together to become something we can all be.

Tangled together in unseperatable bonds.

The story here then goes on.

To whence they came or to new destinations.

Flying. Soaring. Truly never boring.

Destiny exploring throughout the nether; all that keeps us tethered.

Amor Fati

It did not come at night, nor even during the day. It came in between. No one was watching, waiting or listening. In an absence of the mind it just was. The Tempest. A storm no one could avoid, tame, name.

A journey now takes place. To the eye of the storm. To the peaceful place where those who know are able to spectate. Perceive the storm without being tossed around within.

Welcome to the Genesis of the storm. Welcome to the stories that permeate from my mind. So sit back and relax. For the ride is not too bumpy. We have a good driver.

Birds are chirping overhead. It is yet another dusky day. A grey mist lets the sun play peek-a-boo with the world.

“Wonder when the sun will finally be free… feels like it’s winter again.”

A warm pair of eyes glances back at their friend.

“One of these days soon bud, but I do not think today is that day.”

The two continue to watch the sky circle ahead. Squinting their eyes for each moment of the sun’s freedom. As time dragged on so did their eyelids. Dragged slowly down by the sand man. A deep sleep overcame them.

Large lion-like yawn

“Whooo!! What a nap! …wait. Where are we?”

No answer came as there was no one else there. The walls of the room seemed incandescent with a silvery blue glow. To the right was an unfinished puzzle, and the left a vase.

“Um… I have to be dreaming right? We fell asleep on the hill together so that’s where I should wake up! Instead I’m… here?”

Scanning the room felt like an eternity. No doors. No seams from wall to floor. Just a porthole window. A vase. A puzzle.

Inching towards the puzzle to gain a better look our friend finds he cannot describe it. Was it a landscape, a person or some abstract concept he just did not fathom?

Curiously placing pieces into their spots. One by one they were placed.

“This puzzle is getting harder the more I finish. Usually it’s the other way around!”

Standing up quickly (maybe too quickly) our friend falls facing the vase.

“Shit f*ck!”

Standing up our friend finds themselves directly in view of the porthole window.

Eyes widen… then furrow and squint in awe.

Eyes adjusting to the glare our friend sees their first sight of the outside world.

It is beautiful.

Gleaming crystalline shards rotating… no dance in a light that emanates more beautifully than any star. They seem to put on a show that is for themselves.

One azure colored shard shuffles its way towards our friends only window. Beckoning them to join in. What else can one do but join in such an inviting demonstration of joy?

“I never learned to dance… and yet it seems I can without any knowledge. What great fun!”

The dance went on for an eternity, yet this eternity felt like a short instance. It never ended. When the dancing was done our friend found that every movement was part of this shuffle, promenade, march, waltz…

And it went on and on.

Glistening. Shining. Sky was alight.

Movment. Elation. The dance was beging.

Our two friends, companions, lovers that are diffent than we can see; work together to become something we can all be.

Tangled together in unseperatable bonds.

The story here then goes on.

To whence they came or to new destinations.

Flying. Soaring. Truly never boring.

Destiny exploring throughout the nether; all that keeps us tethered.

Amor Fati