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Promenade Part 2

Very well, let’s take a walk.  There is a nearby stream that winds through a pine-scented wood; the sparkling waters are surrounded by colorful wildflowers that change with the seasons.  The walk shall be quite a treat, for the complexity seems so simple that it makes each passer-by feel.  Whether we will feel relaxed, intrigued, or energized is up to the behavior of the weather and surrounding conditions and creatures; regardless though, an experience powerful enough to spark feeling is a very special one.

As the stream starts tossing and turning its way through the trees, it climbs over rocks and pebbles.  The water shimmers with fish and shells as the sunlight peeks through various gaps in the canopy; it slowly gains speed and charisma with each bend and is encouraged by the landscape.  The forest enveloping us shifts form and density.  It thins and allows natural light to reach out and kiss our skin, bridging us with the outside world and reminding us that it does still exist beyond the boundaries built around us; it thickens and confines us to a more claustrophobic space, stealing the element of light from our grasp.  What never becomes clear, though, is where one space ends and another begins; the transitions are smooth and undefined, instituting an inspiring effect on each individual moving through.

As the rushing water finally reaches the apex of the cliff, it hesitates for a moment (but only a moment) before running over the sides and steadily trickles down the face marking its own path eith every twist and turn each drop takes.  As the water ripples gently behind us, it reminds us of what we have seen and processes the entire experience from start to finish.  Our mind highlights each feeling the walk created and every single transition we made, trying desperately and restlessly to establish a defined point of connection between the two.  One of the beauties of our walk is characterized by the wonder and lack of clarity.

Now comes the time when we must take our leave.  As we peer over our shoulders and enjoy the view, we remember the chaos we saw and remember how though things became quick and unsteady at times, there always remained tranquility and beauty.  We shall part our ways, but take with you the serenity we have captured within our bodies and minds, as I will travel with mine.  We will never forget this walk for the rest of eternity.  Very well, my friend; take care, and farewell… at least for now.

Promenade

Very well, let’s take a walk.  A smooth start doesn’t necessarily mean an easy route, for a messy page lies ahead.  The notes ease onto one another gradually, but don’t hesitate to accelerate in both speed and complexity.  The suspense builds as the ascending runs are approached, and once the first run is reached it shoots us upwards into a cluster of cris-crossing strains which seem to make no sense of themselves at first, but eventually ease back into cha-order (ordered chaos) before finally taking a slow and steady drop back to the tranquility of where the score began; this brings us to our stop my friend, but the trip will not soon be forgotten.

Very well, let’s take a walk.  There is a nearby stream that winds through a pine-scented wood; the sparkling waters are surrounded by colorful wildflowers that change with the seasons.  The walk though shall be quite the treat, for as the stream starts tossing and turning its way through the trees, it climbs over rocks and pebbles and shimmers with fish and shells.  As the rushing water finally reaches the apex of the cliff, it runs over the sides and steadily trickles in its path down the faces.  As the water ripples gently behind us, we must take our leave, and take with us the serenity we have just experienced.

Very well, let’s take a walk.  We shall creep further down the shore than any of the norm would dare.  What’s this?  A narrow opening that borrows some of the sunlight from the glowing sky outside.  The further into the darkness we venture, the more the compression taunts us; but suddenly the tension abruptly resolves itself with the shift from compression to release.   A massive shaft expands above us with stalactites hanging down and rocks spanning from left to right.  The beauty urges us to proceed upward; but the further up we get, the less there is to reach.  The journey must retreat back to where it began, down the dark narrow tunnel, and back out onto the sandy beaches spanning in either direction, but this is a memory not easily erased my friend, for we will return one day and repeat our wonderful adventure, venturing further still into this mysterious cave of dreams; our stroll together shall be forever burned into my mind.

Chaotic Musical Score

Steady, Trickling Waterfall << holds all of them together

Mysterious Hidden Cavern