Symbolism was expressed through nature as it gave its mirrored heart to mine. On one winter's afternoon above the mealting lake. Wind blew through out the land to a bench. this bench sat on a hillside alone and cold at the top. NO one there to sit; all trees reach up their noses. It sit there alone on the cold cold ground for the sky to look down upon it and the trees to step in it's spotlight.The wind carried through an island that sat in that lake as though it was shunned by nature. It sat there in the freezing water as the water tried to shake it away. It sat there in the cold cold lake. Everything bustling around. Yet don't feel bad for the loneliness of the bench or the island. It was the wind that blew in search of friends.
February 5, 2010