A Glancing Breeze
A Glancing Breeze College Writing 9/2002 Per. 1 Wind in my eyes, burning them lightly, I think of how beautiful it is to watch light dance across the Columbia Gorge. It sparkles like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue plain. I stand, with my hands planted on the railing, day dreaming of flying off into the wind with the birds. Fresh smells of pure nature intoxicate my senses as I imagine diving into the water. The freshness of the water; simply exhilarating. Slicing through my day dreams as a butcher knife, the pain hits like a solid rock. A simple stab at first, but rapidly begins to grow into more. Time drifted off with the wind and left me behind. I remember the confusion and disorientation of waking in the warm confines of my parents’ living room, the pain still with me. Everything seemed wrong. I had no control over what was happening and where I was going. My senses seemed to be running on nothing but the pain that was coursing throughout my entire body. I felt lost in a sea full of helplessness and vulnerability. Struggling to grasp time as it wanders in the wind once again, I begin to think of death, and just how close I might be to it.