My MomentA Story by eccath
My moment, that silent moment where it is so indescribable, that words could not make this moment more perfect. The indescribable moment of mine, is when I am swinging on my rope swing, and it is in the middle of the summer. It is about 6:30 7:00 in the evening, and the air is growing colder, and it is that moment right before the thunderstorm. The wind is whipping my red-blonde hair in front of my grey-green eyes. The sky is grey with the hint of a setting sun. The world has grown silent, and I am it's mentor. It is under my command. Or I am under it's. The wind is the one controling my hair, the direction of the swing and the way I am looking. It is controling the way I feel. So serene and peaceful to my mind. I look up to the sky, to see that light ray beaming through the clouds, as if God will descend at any moment. I know he won't though, because he is busy up in that angelic world of his, controling my moment. And if he came down, the moment woulld end, and I would transfer into another, more seeming and Godly moment of time. But I am in this moment. My moment, that is almost, but just barely- indescribable.
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