The wind moves me

Standing still I feel the wind pass me by. It is the evidence of a world ever changing. It is constantly at work. Stagnate I stand watching its affects, the leaves it russells, the snow it swirls in glimmering pathways. I can stand so still and have no affect on the things around me. Still the change occurs. My immobile body only impedes the wind, forcing it to change its course, but it move on changed a little, but strengthened by its new pathway. I want to throw myself into that wind to become one with the change and power. I will not be that pillar standing in its way. I will ride the current that russels feathers and opens doors.

A Time Sweeter Than This

A third of my life has past and I am not certain that there is enough to show for it. Have I loved enough, have I fought for enough. Have the people I loved known of my love, have the fights I have fought felt my impact. And yet there is nothing to be done with that time, it is past it is lost... I am now, only the fight of today can be impacted, only the ones I love now can feel my affections. Is now the sweetest time of them all? I can look at images past and yearn for the sweetest of loves the strongest of fights, the intensity that life was, but that only makes today less sweet and I can hope for the unconditional love of my future or the ultimate fight won, but yet again what is of this moment. Yearning and hope both dilute today. Today I love, today I fight. Shadows of the past can not taste so sweet, and mirages of my future can not offer satisfaction, but this moment, this moment is the sweetest of them all. It is, It is. There is no sweeter time than this.