Мой первый журнал SUNRISE November № 1 2018 | Page 63

PROSE Thunderstorm Anastasia Guzeva School No. 28 Blagoveschensk (Russia) My thoughts are wandering in the corridors of my head and I am talking not even realizing a thing. I am just looking at the streets frozen to the bone and at the passers by, lonely and weak. They seem to be vulnerable to any gush of the wind which can beat them down even from the way in life. Willy-nilly, everybody will turn back to see the sunset disappearing in the darkness. Handmade and so delicate as it may dissolve or drown in the icy hands the minute you touch it. Wonders are around us. Sometimes you sit and think at random when the sun, this idle painter, starts filling the world with the color of redwood somewhere in tranquility and you can`t help witnessing the magic which is watching for showing up at any moment at any place be it a boring crowd or a dull and busy city. But sometimes you need only to immerse in the atmosphere of night to understand all the thoughts and feelings twirling in the head like autumn leaves before a thunderstorm. Golden stars are dancing in the dark endless sky and only the breath of the night makes grass tremble. There is no time, only the eternity which can be felt by every cell of your painful body. A blast of the wind comes and brings dust that is flowing along the veins of the old clocks embodying the crazy run of the time. Black and golden stars are burning in the depth of the whirl and milliards of parched leaves are hurtling along. The sky is getting covered with giant clouds, so dark that they seem to be made of the darkest fabrics that exist in the world. No ray of the sun can show through them, even the biggest, the bravest and the trickiest one. The most terrifying thing in the situation was that the deafening claps of thunder made the fresh tea with apple and cinnamon in the winter-snow porcelain cup tremble in waves but the lightning illuminated everything, even the darkest corners of the consciousness. It seems that everything that a person has been hiding from himself and others is getting vivid under the sight of the element. Hardly you distract and the thunderstorm transforms into the emotional apocalypse occupying the heart and the mind to the fullest, absorbing them by the twirl of the leaves out of window trembling with cold. But what about taking courage and going outside to catch all this? Having stretched out the hands and having got cold even in the warmest clothes to relax under the pressure of the wind of changes. Irrepressible ennui comes with every blast and nature seems to be calling in a sweet voice like a ghost under the willow at the silver lake. You are standing like a stone full of anxiety and endless disquiet. The powerful riffle makes you look down and close your eyes as if you are going to fall asleep forever. The sunrise shows up under the earth and the air filled with ozone and other smells of autumn with its solemnly disappearing lightening. The festal sky clarifies your blood to the reading of Esenin`s verses about love. Living through every line you immerse in the depth of creation, remember all your dramas. Dull events may stain all that is alive with dark colors. You may even start regretting not sitting under the full moon whose clear serenity is pacifying the heart and soul. The fire of the sunrise is slowly changing over to the day. The wind rose, whirled some autumn leaves in a gusty dance and limpened. Then it lay down on the dry grass until the time to wake up the leaves on a young spring tree came. A new coming day gives strength to live enfolding all the emotions and events going on in your life. Follow Anastasia on Instagram: @n_naid November 2018 №1 SUNRISE 62