wind

Eric

doesnt smell
doesnt make a sound
one cannot see it
one cannot taste it

freshly cut grass makes the smell
small leaves in the birch trees make the sound
smoke from the fire makes the smoke


its your life that makes you taste it....makes you want to absorb it. makes you want to immerse yourself and saturate your pores with it. Stop. Stop and feel it. Feel it on your naked skin. Close your eyes. Feel the hair on your arm slightly rise....feel it against your cheek. Feel it be strong...feel it be weak.

its the glue, the essence, the common denominator.....its everywhere, and nowhere...........

I want that wind....

Medicated-Genius

so, this is work?

I want your job.

Keep em coming Eric.......

sandman

simply brilliant..
beautifully descripted. loved it.