Feelings

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 Going out on a nature walk, I find myself at Pasir Ris Mangrove Forest. The most

serene environment I have envied before. The sound of birds singing and leaves snuffling as I

am sitting through the waters is soothing and relaxing. The mesmerizing movement of the

water flowing underneath my legs washes away outside thoughts and transports my entire

self to a mental state of clarity. The intellectual bond between the plants and birds is almost

felt here. It is impossible to put into words—it is something you have to feel for yourself. It

helps you to interact with nature in its most natural state, as well as to your own inner peace,

without the clutter and white noise of daily life. This is my one time opportunity to

disconnect from man-made noises and listen to nature's voice.

I can feel the wind flowing in my head. Images of the wind livening the leaves on a

nearby tree, branding them with convulsions and shifting them in a rhythm, are the simple

images flowing around my head. I can hear it howling in the early hours, and I can feel how it

manages to avoid mortality in an undeniably flawless fashion. There is a feeling of it outside

my car window on a sunny afternoon, the earth's coloured and pulverized steam streaming

around my fingers like Arachne's sharp eyes upon the fabrics of her fatalism; I am able to feel

it floating in a bitter cold field in the middle of the winter, when no skies are clear but the

land is as still as the mantle of secrecy on such planet's surface. The sun is beaming its rays

upon the water of River Pasir in and the sparkles beaming around can strike one like thunder

upon looking at them.

Trying to capture this moment but I cannot even touch it, though. I am trying to

contain it, but it is eluding my entire mind, just as the Pandora attempts to contain the essence

of war within its war box is failing. It is eluding detection like a thief hunting in the dead of

night, the searchlights illuminating nothing but its footsteps in the dust. I am can sensing it

but I am not touching it because the wind is a mysterious creature that follows no one's laws

but its own. The wind is magical.