Yes, I think silence is better than talk sometimes…there is a beauty to silence…especially the silence between two people who have known each other for a long time…the kind where you don’t have to say anything and the other person understands…the kind where thoughts transcend sound.

I’d love to have a conversation filled with these long silences…like a night where most of the people at a party have left and it is only a small intimate group left, sitting around a fire…staring at the sparks fly…golden light shining off the eyes…and once in a while words floating over the gentle warmth of the fire…as a fierce liquid warms its way down your throat, settling with a silent sigh at the base of your stomach and you cannot help but grin insanely inside yourself for the beautiful time you are having…a time you know you will cherish in years to come.

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These days I seem to be living in my memories more than I live in the world around me…there are whole days when I do not open my mouth at all…and I can almost hear my thoughts walk inside my head…sometimes you know how it is…you have gone so much into yourself that every opportunity given to you to come out and interact with real people seems like an irritating intrusion on your privacy…so I wander on roads I’ve created…on paths only I know….in a valley only I’m privileged to enter…I becomes the overarching theme of one’s life in such circumstances.

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But let us leave such depressing and gloomy topics aside and instead take a walk along the shores of a beautiful ocean and search for sepia toned sea shells with me…are you ready my dear?

Have you ever wondered how many photos there are worth taking every minute of the day? Today was such a day…a day when as I was walking to the lab in the morning; a sudden snow shower…beautiful little flakes falling like angels from heaven…then it rained for a minute…in the next instant ice came down from the cold sky…later in the day, the sun came out in all his glory…bright and glowing…and then in the very next instant dark and ponderous clouds raced to cover him in their hard embrace…and I kept looking in awe as nature went through these fantastic changes and wished I had brought my camera along to at least capture a bit of the magical show she was putting up for all to see…but I guess sometimes there are moments that shoudn’t be captured for posterity…they are only meant to be lived in that instant and forgotten later…little wisps of memory that exist for a very short time and vanish with the rain of time.

Now let me take you to the other side of the beach…where children are building sand castles…you walk along the shore…the water lapping at your feet, trying to touch your toes and tickle your soles….you raise your head to the sky and smile radiantly…a smile filled with all the pleasure simple things can give…the feel of the cool breeze on bare skin…the lukewarm water under your feet…the sun in the sky and the laughter of the children around us as they play mysterious games with each other.

Do you hear the waves calling out for you? They are silently whispering your name, rolling it out softly in time to the rhythm of their never ending rush to embrace the shore….they want to you to hear the stories they carry from the deeps…of creatures that cannot see…of pink jelly fish that talk through light…of gigantic whales that sail the oceans…of dark and mysterious things…of melancholic mermaids and legends of lost continents.

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For it is dreams that we have that make life worth living…without dreams we are empty husks going through life like the tiny cogwheels inside a watch…unerring and regular.

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Will you keep up with me as I run out and open my face up to the snow flakes? Will you lose your breath as I try to race with the wind and float over all the lands that I wish to see? Will you have it in you to walk with me through whispering woods as the light recedes?