Rainy days...

I can see beauty in those rainy days, the ones where the sky is gray and the air is fresh.
Some wild birds wandering and fishing by a small pond, away from the view of passersby who seem to be reflective or just worried about getting to work on time.
People with their umbrellas or riding their bicycles without them not caring much about the drops of water caressing their faces.
Some cars going around, and I hear the mix of sounds of nature and mundane artificial noise happening from time to time.
I can inhale the cool air, and feel the smell of wet grass, while I still hear the birds singing.
There is a beautiful message in all of that. Maybe not that happy one like we feel in the hot summer days, where the energy seems a little more extroverted. Yet, there is something to be felt, and it is meaningful.
It is the same feeling when we become thoughtful, sometimes introspective.
It is not a sad landscape, but it is one where things seem to happen far, within a more distant part of ourselves.
Looking through the window I can see life happening right now, presenting itself in every little detail.
The gentle breeze moving the curtains, the flowers exhibiting their colors in contrast with the gray scenario, people and their duties, the natural flow, and all that happens in a plane where things cannot be seen, but only felt.
Where rational mind cannot go further, and only the heart can reach.
Outside, the cloudy day may seem dull for some, ugly for others, and sad for a few.
I say it is a matter of how we are feeling, becoming an exchange between what we see and how much it affects us back.
A reflection of our inner world.

"The transcendence that lives in simplicity is primal key to the elusive alchemy of spiritual essence. ☥"

~Luis Marques. 23.09.2015