Post by scribbliz on Oct 22, 2012 14:13:05 GMT -5
I woke this morning and the world had changed. Something fundamental had shifted in the darkest hours. I could feel it, singing inside me, and I KNEW the world would never be the same again. Cranking on the radio, I grabbed whatever clothes were handy. I needed to know what was different. Music blared from my stereo, but no announcer came on to announce world war three, or any major eruptions. Logging onto my laptop, I surfed the news sites. There weren't any earthquakes or tornadoes, or anything. But there was something different.
Downstairs my roommate had already taken off. She would have been at work almost two hours ago. I sent her a quick text as I ate; maybe she has heard something? There's nothing on the tv either, and out the window, everyone seems to be going about business as normal. I shake my head in wonder, almost wondering if this was all just a dream.
I step outside, and stop dead. The air is alive, glowing, vibrant. It's charged with power somehow, the wind through my hair feels electric. Yet, everyone is walking along with their heads down. I breathe in, and I feel the power in the air being drawn into my lungs. I can feel it settle there, inside me, and wonder why no one else can feel it?
Shoving through the doors of my college, I'm suddenly surrounded my noise and meyhem. Chris and Sue are there, pulling at me like they always do, hurrying on to class. I can tell they don't see it either. They chatter away, flirting back and forth like a new couple, but all their talk is meaningless. We slip into our seats, and I see our professor walk in. He has an announcement, he says, and I sit up to take note. Surely he can explain how the world changed overnight. Surely, our teachers know what the change is. But it's about a change in the location of an upcoming dance. Meaningless. The morning continues the same, a barrage of useless information and mounting noise.
No one seems to know the world is different. Don't they feel it? The balance of the world has shifted; the air is electric. I can feel the charge in me, curling in the pit of my stomach, waiting. Every breath I draw in builds this feeling in me. There is a current under my skin, a buzz in my head and it's getting stronger as we sit to eat. Chris and Sue are all abuzz with the news about the dance, and the upcoming football game. Our table fills with the usual characters, but the conversation doesn't improve. It doesn't matters, none of it matters. I want to scream at them. Why don't they feel it? Are they blind to the glow in the air? Can't they feel the power on the wind??
I shove myself to my feet, knowing only that I have to get out, away. I need to be away from their meaningless prattle. I need to feel the air, to draw in the power as I breathe, to feel the wind move through my hair. I need to feel the head of the sun on my skin, and feel the living earth beneath my hands.
I step through into the school's greenhouse, and move quickly towards the garden doors. I see another there, through the glass. I don't know him, but the way he moves feels familiar. I slip out the door and walk to the center of the garden. The other one is beside me, and we drop to our knees in the dirt. Digging my fingers into the soil, I feel the current under my skin leap to life. I gasp in sheer pleasure, the sensations overwhelming.
He turns towards me, dark eyes and hair, skin like moonlight, glowing. His voice is soft as velvet as he speaks. "you feel it too?" he asks, as his hands seek the soil. I can only nod as I feel the energy racing through me, singing through me.
"what is it?" he asks, " what in this world has shifted?"
Finding my voice and breath, I answer, "I don't know" I say. "But why can't they see it?" I ask, nodding towards the students milling around the school fields.
He shrugs, and shakes his head. Then, his hands find mine under the soil. I feel an explosion deep inside me, the current under my skin roars to new heights and I hear him gasp. My breath stills, and I know him, Eric. I KNOW him. I've always known him. We are both a part of this, whatever this is. And it is vital! But it's not just us. We look at each other and we know there are others, and we have to find them.
Eric drags me to my feet and we start to run. Hand in hand, we run, laughing like children. We turn a corner and see the park next to the college. It's an old park, with rolling hills, and huge trees, streams and lakes and the softest of grasses. We wander through the park in awe. The grass has never felt so soft, and without a word to each other, we both stop and pull off our shoes and socks. Leaving them behind, we walk on. The water gleams and sings. There are voices in the streams. The trees around us are amazing! They are richer in colour than I have ever seen trees before. They feel more real, more THERE then they did yesterday. Their leaves are lit up, like they have been kissed by lightening.
And through the trees we can see others. There is a clearing up ahead, and we are all headed towards it. There's quite a group of us, under a dozen of us, all in pairs. We gather together, knowing we are stronger together, and that simply being there will strengthen us all, and help us to do what needs doing.
Eric is still holding my hand, and I look around. He is not the only one I know. I know them all. I have always known them, though I have never seen them before today. There is Nikki and Jake, both seeming to hold the wind in their hands. Maegan and Ryan are with them, and I can feel the earth welcoming them. Kyra and Dwayne are on the other side of them, nearest the streams. Eric and I walk towards them, and the current under my skin flares ever stronger, a fire in my blood. I know Eric feels it too, and I know he feels the pleasure in it. I lean my head on his arm as we approach the others.
Together we stand, and we know that the answers will come. We must be patient, we must stay hidden for now. We know that our time will come, and we will do what we must, but the others, those who couldn't see, cannot know yet. They cannot know what we are, what we have become. They cannot know that WE are what is different. We personify the fundamental change of the world. We carry the magic of the world, we breathe it in, and it has changed us. Us, and the other groups around the world.
Downstairs my roommate had already taken off. She would have been at work almost two hours ago. I sent her a quick text as I ate; maybe she has heard something? There's nothing on the tv either, and out the window, everyone seems to be going about business as normal. I shake my head in wonder, almost wondering if this was all just a dream.
I step outside, and stop dead. The air is alive, glowing, vibrant. It's charged with power somehow, the wind through my hair feels electric. Yet, everyone is walking along with their heads down. I breathe in, and I feel the power in the air being drawn into my lungs. I can feel it settle there, inside me, and wonder why no one else can feel it?
Shoving through the doors of my college, I'm suddenly surrounded my noise and meyhem. Chris and Sue are there, pulling at me like they always do, hurrying on to class. I can tell they don't see it either. They chatter away, flirting back and forth like a new couple, but all their talk is meaningless. We slip into our seats, and I see our professor walk in. He has an announcement, he says, and I sit up to take note. Surely he can explain how the world changed overnight. Surely, our teachers know what the change is. But it's about a change in the location of an upcoming dance. Meaningless. The morning continues the same, a barrage of useless information and mounting noise.
No one seems to know the world is different. Don't they feel it? The balance of the world has shifted; the air is electric. I can feel the charge in me, curling in the pit of my stomach, waiting. Every breath I draw in builds this feeling in me. There is a current under my skin, a buzz in my head and it's getting stronger as we sit to eat. Chris and Sue are all abuzz with the news about the dance, and the upcoming football game. Our table fills with the usual characters, but the conversation doesn't improve. It doesn't matters, none of it matters. I want to scream at them. Why don't they feel it? Are they blind to the glow in the air? Can't they feel the power on the wind??
I shove myself to my feet, knowing only that I have to get out, away. I need to be away from their meaningless prattle. I need to feel the air, to draw in the power as I breathe, to feel the wind move through my hair. I need to feel the head of the sun on my skin, and feel the living earth beneath my hands.
I step through into the school's greenhouse, and move quickly towards the garden doors. I see another there, through the glass. I don't know him, but the way he moves feels familiar. I slip out the door and walk to the center of the garden. The other one is beside me, and we drop to our knees in the dirt. Digging my fingers into the soil, I feel the current under my skin leap to life. I gasp in sheer pleasure, the sensations overwhelming.
He turns towards me, dark eyes and hair, skin like moonlight, glowing. His voice is soft as velvet as he speaks. "you feel it too?" he asks, as his hands seek the soil. I can only nod as I feel the energy racing through me, singing through me.
"what is it?" he asks, " what in this world has shifted?"
Finding my voice and breath, I answer, "I don't know" I say. "But why can't they see it?" I ask, nodding towards the students milling around the school fields.
He shrugs, and shakes his head. Then, his hands find mine under the soil. I feel an explosion deep inside me, the current under my skin roars to new heights and I hear him gasp. My breath stills, and I know him, Eric. I KNOW him. I've always known him. We are both a part of this, whatever this is. And it is vital! But it's not just us. We look at each other and we know there are others, and we have to find them.
Eric drags me to my feet and we start to run. Hand in hand, we run, laughing like children. We turn a corner and see the park next to the college. It's an old park, with rolling hills, and huge trees, streams and lakes and the softest of grasses. We wander through the park in awe. The grass has never felt so soft, and without a word to each other, we both stop and pull off our shoes and socks. Leaving them behind, we walk on. The water gleams and sings. There are voices in the streams. The trees around us are amazing! They are richer in colour than I have ever seen trees before. They feel more real, more THERE then they did yesterday. Their leaves are lit up, like they have been kissed by lightening.
And through the trees we can see others. There is a clearing up ahead, and we are all headed towards it. There's quite a group of us, under a dozen of us, all in pairs. We gather together, knowing we are stronger together, and that simply being there will strengthen us all, and help us to do what needs doing.
Eric is still holding my hand, and I look around. He is not the only one I know. I know them all. I have always known them, though I have never seen them before today. There is Nikki and Jake, both seeming to hold the wind in their hands. Maegan and Ryan are with them, and I can feel the earth welcoming them. Kyra and Dwayne are on the other side of them, nearest the streams. Eric and I walk towards them, and the current under my skin flares ever stronger, a fire in my blood. I know Eric feels it too, and I know he feels the pleasure in it. I lean my head on his arm as we approach the others.
Together we stand, and we know that the answers will come. We must be patient, we must stay hidden for now. We know that our time will come, and we will do what we must, but the others, those who couldn't see, cannot know yet. They cannot know what we are, what we have become. They cannot know that WE are what is different. We personify the fundamental change of the world. We carry the magic of the world, we breathe it in, and it has changed us. Us, and the other groups around the world.