To me, the beauty of the angels is the sheer mystery with which they build the bridge between our dimension and theirs. I take pleasure from that which is hidden. I have never found myself, even as an engineer, searching for answers to the questions others throw into our existence.
I was born with an innate sensitivity to the energy of anything around me, from rocks to trees and am especially attuned to the energy of animals.
Confronted by the sand’s warm embrace, I stand secure against the wind’s attempts to uproot me. A naughty breeze tugs at my hair and steals a scream of pain, leaving my mouth open to taste salty air. i dissolve into the wind’s playfulness.
The tiger’s eyes are burning suns contained only by the intense emotion on his face. The dazzle of his stripes blurs the bars of the fence and hypnotises me as he paces up and down. The ripple of his muscles as he turns back and forth, almost too fast, belies a calm interior.
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