This Typhoon Has a Story
The Seventh Night of Lunar July or Chinese Valentine’s Day has just gone. As for our legendary “the Cowboy and the Girl Weaver”, this day was very precious for them, having so much need to say to each other. However, how this thousands and thousands of words were enough for just one day? At that special moment, they had to go through the reunion and the departure again.
When they hugged together once more, and slowly pushed away. Their finger went through their hair, caressed their arms, and finally, they traced down to their palms. A step closer to their fingertips, a step closer to their departure. As the distance became far far away, the sun was setting down. At that moment, it seemed the time had stopped there for seconds. He came down the Mortal World, and she went back the Milky Way, leaving for themselves to miss each other day and night, and to feel helpless and reluctant again.
The days after that festival, there’s strong turbulence formed from many cities as if it absorbed all sorts of affections for LOVE from various cities, gathering feelings of resentful, bitterness, sadness and happiness to turn into a strong army – Typhoon. This nature monster devoured each city he dropped by, invading every corner of the city from buildings to buildings, from blocks to blocks, from streets to streets. Sometimes, he roared at somewhere. The howling was shattered into lots of echos, bouncing back in the darkness night. Then the huge raindrops became falling down one by one. Together with the fierce wind, the storm washed away the specks of magic love dust among the mortal world, banging on the windowpanes violently, as if it poured out:” Yes, this is what they say, LOVE.”
Watching outside the window, I saw the dark clouds kept turning and running beyond the sky, implying what kind of tickling from deep inside of people’s hearts. And they wanted to find an unknown place, a secret garden, an undisturbed inner peace.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly breathed out, waiting for my heartbeat to be steady. At that moment, I felt like I lost track of the time. The birds were twittering somewhere in the distance. There’s no more noises, no more roaring, and no more howling.
I crossed the dense trees, covering the strong sunlights with the other hands. There’s sweet-smelling sunshine and wild grass came all the way to my nose. I took a long sniff greedily. A butterfly flew beside me, my eyes followed it to a beautiful and vast lake for someone to explore.
The sunlight shined through clouds, laying soft lights on the pavilion near the bank. This was a place where mountains and lake embraced it, a place where flowers all around it, a place where butterflies danced freely. Trees were rustling, lake was sparkling, and leaves were falling. Here came the gentle breeze, offering invisible wing to the leaves. The leaves flew to the sky, stirring clouds of dust that hidden in the air. Where were they going? They disappeared in the sun…
As for our legendary “the Cowboy & the Girl Weaver”, they too might have a secret place concealed in the deep of their hearts. Because, wherever the loved one is, there’s EDEN. It’s not that easy to be loved. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack if you find each other in the whole world. Not alone to be fallen in love. It’s a killer to find a soul mate, a perfect one that really fits. That’s why I draw this painting, or “A Secret Place to Fall”, to show another image of nature. Love is like this nature has two sides. What kind of picture you have it depends on what you think about your own love.
Take good care and cherish the one you loved. Try to spend more time with your special one for love is always patient and kind, is sincere and considerate, is understanding and supportive. Love is fragile and emotional, which will make you feel being blessed, being hurtful, being upset, being joyful, etc. It just like this typhoon, it came with the storm and left with the gentle breeze.
Right now, it’s already a clear day as if the god has left the window open, enabling the beauty escape from heaven. My dog sits on the windowsill, watching at the flying butterflies outside the window for a while. He does not willing to look away until his tip of the ears is covered in light golden color. The sun is coming out…
These two artworks are still in 4K resolution, which will be applied in an interior project. It’ll be part of the wall decoration for living room. Let’s look forward to it, shall we? 😀
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Photos/Artworks/Writings/Edited & Translations by BubbleSwan
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