Wistful Wind

Tag: nature

  • Monsoon Season

    Monsoon season is here, bringing the gorgeous sunsets. See how mother nature writes her poem. I’m trying to copy, all I got is a blur…

  • Mountain’s Calling

    The mountain has its own time zone. Time becomes moss on rocks, becomes shadow on trees, becomes a tender fawn on the meadow. Sunlight is playing with the rocks, peeking through a giant boulder, lighting up a tiny little grass, like spotlight hovering on stage. The Deer becomes a guide leading you deep into the…

  • A Way To Happiness

    “The earth laughs in flowers.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson See all the giggles and dimples scattered and hidden in the mountains, no wonder It’s a way to happiness.

  • On our hiking in the mountain, it’s a new trail, not sure where it will lead. Suddenly there’s green canopy, with sun trying to penetrate, sunlight is washing down the trail ahead, making it welcoming and inviting. The sound is also dramatic, the wind is blowing hard enough to shake and clap all the leaves…

  • Sweet Peas

    Rising sun hitting on sweet peas, light up the purple petals and fine hairs glowing against the morning sun. There’s something tender but resilient, called life; there’s something fresh but ancient, called nature. Start all over again, juice up, pump up, Good morning, world!

  • Meadow of Spring

    In the meadow of spring, feel being stared at by a grazing deer; being listened to by a vigilant jackrabbit and being palpitated by a thriving carpet of wild mustard.

  • Nature’s Agenda

    A tarantula walking across the trail in front of me. It’s their mating season, they’re on their way to meet their mates, as if they know exactly where to go. We created time, living inside of it; they have it all inside, living outside of it, yet never late.  Nature doesn’t follow our time or…