What I Saw Today

The winds are a special kind of artist. With just one breath of the heavens the water in front of my turned from a thin, nearly invisible sheet of glass, to a tempered, dented, frosted clear sheet that awed me so much I found myself paralyzed, unable to allow my existence to disturb this moment of beauty. I now know where the churches got the idea for their windows from. Try as I might to recreate it, and try as the winds might to show it again, true genius cannot be mimicked, so I clung to the memory as I diffused my excess energy into this vat of diluted chlorine.