The One of A Kind

E.M.P.T.I.N.E.S.S.

Its silent and deafening isn't it?

Or maybe its just me staying alone on the hills is silent and deafening? hmmz...

one thing i will miss once i move down from Eden Hills will be this scenario:

You walking along the dark streets with the street lamps approximately 250m away from the other, the cold wind hitting your face like a pack of ice, humming away to make some noise in the totally loud silence. You can feel your nose ice cold and can imagine yourself looking like rudolf, then you will unconsciously grin to yourself.

Then you will take in a deep breathe. The refreshing smell of trees, the coolness of the night and also a certain comfort. You inhale again, and you smell the faint scent of burnt wood. The air cool with a mix of slightly warmer air as you past each house and see the chimney busily smoking away.

You allow yourself to imagine of snuggling up in front of the fire place with hot tea or hot chocolate with a blanket around you and a book in hand or having a really interesting conversation with someone close. And after a long day? it seemed perfect.

Its the smell of comfort of a cosy kitchen on a cold night.

and you stand in the middle of the streets and look up and you see the stars like a blanket of diamonds in the sky. You just stand there for the next 15 minutes and observe the wonders of god and 10 degrees on your right, you'll see the moon. Equally magnificent.

Both looking larger then what i've seen back home... its like as though you could pluck the wonders of the sky and keep it in your pocket for your own personal treasure.

Its small wonders like these that seemed etched in your mind.

Then I realise, i cherish all the smaller things non existent things like this more then anything else.

Personal treasures. Simple pleasures. Perfect memories.