http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:talinar&section=today deviantART RSS for by:talinar en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Sun, 06 Dec 2009 12:38:43 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://talinar.deviantart.com/journal/24105668/ http://talinar.deviantart.com/journal/24105668/ Tue, 07 Apr 2009 04:10:31 PDT
With every second that passed, the sun flared mightily, straining itself in a valiant struggle to throw back the encroaching darkness. Yet for all its effort, it was unable to halt the steadily encroaching wall of darkness. In the midst of this battle, twinkling stars appeared, seeming to signal the victory of the night even as Nike, the Goddess of Victory must of appeared upon the battlefield in the days of yore.

Shapes and outlines began to fade, even as the sun dropped still lower, with the color rapidly changing from a cheery golden-yellow to a far more ominous blood-red that seemed to taint the very sky around it. The clouds pressed closer around the color, as if determined to blot away this contamination. The sun accepted its exile sullenly, and the clouds themselves were soon painted in that color as well, giving them the appearance of newly-dyed red wool.
Finally, the sun dropped below the horizon, after giving one final desperate flare of light, which for all its intensity, was nothing more than its last forlorn hope. Even as sky seemed to ignite in this final display, the last snatches of bird song echoed across the landscape, fleeing the gathering dark much as a ship attempts to escape an onrushing storm. The bushes and trees winked out abruptly, their bright shapes replaced by silhouettes that became far more menacing in appearance.
The sudden silence was absolute, with the constant hubbub of life disappearing instantly with the fall of night. Noticeable only by its absence, the complete stillness cut through the gentle setting like the edge of a knife, growing steadily more threatening. This was swept away by the arrival of a gentle breeze that blew through the trees, bringing the smell of the night itself.
As if the appearance of the breeze was a signal, the rustles of unseen movement began to sound, and a few birds flitter past, identifiable only by vague shapes in the rapidly dimming twilight. The noises resume quickly, even as the shadows continue their inexorable march across the horizon. In less than a minute, the only remnant of the sun was a faint glow which rapidly faded to nothingness.

]]> ~talinar http://talinar.deviantart.com/journal/24105628/ http://talinar.deviantart.com/journal/24105628/ Tue, 07 Apr 2009 04:03:35 PDT Once I longed for the serenity and depth of the sea and water itself. I remain attached to this element for many reasons, especially because the quote “Still waters run deep.” continues to describe me extremely well. Even so, the air continues to sings to a far deeper part of me than my mind alone, instead singing to my soul itself. The sky has no true limit to itself, and I can hear it call to me, beckoning me to follow to a far distant horizon.
The call of the wind is enticing, for the kinship that I feel with it is undeniable. The many parallels that I can see between the two of us is the very reason that it strikes such a constant and consistent chord with me. The ethereal nature of my existence as a person is mirrored by the intangibility of the winds and its constant wanderings. While the feeling of the breeze remains constant, it is rarely the same one, nor is the change even noticeable by most. This is the best example that I can give, though there is literally dozens of similar ones that continue to run through my mind even now. If there is one hope or desire that remains within me now, it is that I can one day follow the breeze forever, and leave all of the pain, sorrow, and bitterness that is contained within me behind.

]]> ~talinar http://talinar.deviantart.com/journal/24105622/ http://talinar.deviantart.com/journal/24105622/ Tue, 07 Apr 2009 04:01:59 PDT While more tangible than smoke, ashes are just as temporary in composition and even more difficult to grasp a hold of. It breaks apart from the slightest touch, and floats as easily as a feather on the air, hardly constrained by gravity in the slightest. Ash is even more difficult to see than smoke itself, and noticed even less.
Fire is the source of both ash and smoke. It burns brightly, although many would say that it is just as temporary in its own way. That being said, it is far more noticeable to all around, the very nature of it attracting others to its brilliance.
I find it easy to see reflections of myself in both smoke and ashes. The intangibility and almost unnoticeable qualities of these two elements are a keen parallel in my own life. Almost constantly, I find myself drifting as aimlessly as smoke, and fading with the same speed. Similarly, the lack of coherency that is seen in ash is also present in my own interactions.
What I do lack is the eye-catching brilliance or warmth that is given off by any sort of fire. There is nothing in common with me and a dancing flame. I often wonder if I am by nature, lacking that same essential spark of life that a flame seems to possess, and that I see in so many other people.

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