My Winter

The ticking sound of the heavenly drops pouring down from the grayish mist of winter could awaken so many sensations in a human soul. Unfortunately, for me it sounded like a dreadful monotonous music that was trying to steal away my spirit and energy. Waves of movement all around were occupying nature with their fierce thunderous strength. It was as if the howling wind was trying to conquer the serenity of fall and it sure was on the verge of winning the battle. Swishing and whispering, the streams of water that ran down the trees and streets were abundant in their attempt to drown all beauty of spring and fall. It was as if nature was weeping the loss of its beauty and all was just the mere beginning of torture for me.

Seductive Autumn

The way they fell down with their orange reddish color was so breathtaking that she could not stop staring at the sight. She has always loved and admired nature but this time it was so different. These leaves had something catchy in the way they went down swiftly until they touched the surface of the river that laid there underneath that huge tree. It was as if she was falling in love with each one of those leaves. She had to go closer and touch one single leaf. It felt so soft to the touch of her hand that she continued holding on to it for a while then gently placed it where it supposed to be.

As an author, she had to taste the beauty of nature that hid in its elements. She had to feel the mystery behind each scenery in order to be able to step away from reality into the unexpected romantic atmosphere that she needed to be inspired in order to come out with the flow of words that pour out on her pages. In the broad picture, nature has always leaped out at her to help her write spicy love stories. She needed nature to help her understand and inhabit the lives of the characters she will pitch into her stories that wound up being published.

When she was in nature, she was able to write whatever she thought of without holding back. This time was an exception. She did not only enjoy the scene of autumn leaves dying on the invisible mirror of water but she also decided to linger on its beauty until she was sure she will be able to paint this picture again in her mind whenever she needed. She felt the tranquility with which those leaves advanced towards the murky waters underneath the huge enveloping tree.

Those leaves were trying seductively to turn up the heat within her for such explosive beauty that resembled the beauty of the characters that invaded her stories. Well, they have succeeded since she took out her notebook and started drawing that picture by expressing all the accumulated feelings she required from such an experience.