Quest for love pt. i

Quest for Love

The way evenings are in Hudson is different. You walk out of soul-draining and mind-narrowing school and pushing out the door of the enclosed building bleary-eyed, you feel the breezy Ohio air welcoming you to the world of everything else that you have been missing.

My favorite part has always been seeing the color of the sky. Today it might be a cute pink sky while the trees shake lightly to the sound of the wind. Tomorrow it might be a snowy day with a dark blue skyline, perfectly mirroring the blue salt on the ground that they spray all over the ground in the morning.

Now ‘perfectly’ might be a stretch; the salt that I step on, it feels icky, that pile of blue thing that’s so close to me. It looks sullen and sad. It is basically a puddle of blue mud that you have to step on because that’s just how things work, because you would slip over the ice without it.

The blue sky though, like that cool breeze that surrounds you whenever you step out that door, the view of it feels like a deep breath to me. It’s something I see almost every day yet I never grow tired of it. I always spend so much of my day thinking about taking a walk and meditating to the sky, rarely going inside any building.

It’s like when you look at yourself in the mirror. Looking at yourself a few meters away from the mirror you think he’s basically a model. Take a few steps towards the mirror and you understand why you’re not. What’s far away is beautiful.