You may recall how I mentioned an exception yesterday... regarding the warmth and season...
Sometimes, when I am tired and lonely, and I'm lying on the cloth on the highest turret in my castle, it will begin to snow. Except there is no bitter frost and wind and deep crackling cold that seeps into the cores of your bones. The snow on my planet is warm. Since it's warm, it doesn't just touch the branches of my two trees, but it covers the leaves as well! And it's so beautiful and I can even make snowmen outside on the lawn. This one time, I made an army of about 40 snowmen standing in lines of 4, and I named each one. Throwing snowballs doesn't numb fingers, and I could lay and make snow angels for the entire day. And the snow falls on the heads of the wheat, and they still shake just a little, shivering as if they remember how the snow used to be cold. By the time I wake up the next morning, the snow has already been swept out by the nightly winds back up into the sky. During the nighttime, the wind sweeps away everything that wasn't there before, and brings it back up into the sky from whence it came. This is why I cannot go out at night.
Otherwise, it's always a perfect temperature... It's always the weather to wear my favorite little sundresses, and I have one for every day of the year, but since my planet is so small, it takes so little time to pass around my star.
I have an ocean too. It's not very big but it is fun to splash around in and go ride boats on. Near the ocean live all the animals on my planet, except the birds. They can go wherever they want...
The clouds in the sky aren't white, but they are a super sapphire blue that watches and passes over me and the ocean all the time. The wind diffuses them across the sky sometimes, and it becomes like a powdery cheesecloth over the milk of the ivory sky.
But what is REALLY beautiful is the abundance of glowing little starbulbs in the endless infinity abyss of darkness during the night. I can't go outside at night because of the sweeping winds, so I stare at the sky from the panorama of my windows. These little stars are so tiny and sparkly, like crushed diamonds on the black velvet of the sky.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
The vegetation on my planet.
On Earth, there are maybe a million varieties of growing things in the ground. Lots of these things are beautiful... They are called plants, but there are a just a few plants on my planet. First of all, there is a large lawn of grass under my window, and every sprig of grass is always well watered all the time, no matter what. It is always spring on my planet (there is one exception), and everything is always blooming. Nothing ever wilts. The flowers are forever and nothing will ever die. However, the most important thing on my planet is the field of wheat...
It is so golden... and it reminds me of the boy I love, because his hair is the color of the wheat, and it shakes so gently in the wind, just like his curls, and they are so shiny and perfect all the time, even though he shakes his head like the wheat in the wind and insists that his curls are ugly. But no plant on my planet is ever ugly... But he is on Earth and I am here, and it'd take him a lot of thought to get where I am now, but I hope he'll arrive soon.
And the simple starthistles, cornflowers... I nearly forgot about them. The light reflects onto them and shines like the light in the waves in the pool or the crystal ocean, maybe. They are so blue, that if there was pain on my planet, maybe it would hurt my eyes. They also sway in sync with the wheat... They are such nice flowers, and not weeds at all.
And the clovers pop up everywhere too, and the bees are always collecting their nectar.
When I am feeling lonely, as I often do on my planet, as it is usually dreadfully lonely, I lie in the wheat field, and it whispers my favorite songs to me, and I whisper them back, with nothing but their stalks touching my forehead and tickling my head.
There are two big trees on either side of my planet, and it's always cool and nice there, and the dirt under it never gets on clothes, and instead it resembles cold porridge instead of the rotting dirt on Earth. There is a blanket under the one on the Western hemisphere, and a swing on the branch of the other.
It is so golden... and it reminds me of the boy I love, because his hair is the color of the wheat, and it shakes so gently in the wind, just like his curls, and they are so shiny and perfect all the time, even though he shakes his head like the wheat in the wind and insists that his curls are ugly. But no plant on my planet is ever ugly... But he is on Earth and I am here, and it'd take him a lot of thought to get where I am now, but I hope he'll arrive soon.
And the simple starthistles, cornflowers... I nearly forgot about them. The light reflects onto them and shines like the light in the waves in the pool or the crystal ocean, maybe. They are so blue, that if there was pain on my planet, maybe it would hurt my eyes. They also sway in sync with the wheat... They are such nice flowers, and not weeds at all.
And the clovers pop up everywhere too, and the bees are always collecting their nectar.
When I am feeling lonely, as I often do on my planet, as it is usually dreadfully lonely, I lie in the wheat field, and it whispers my favorite songs to me, and I whisper them back, with nothing but their stalks touching my forehead and tickling my head.
There are two big trees on either side of my planet, and it's always cool and nice there, and the dirt under it never gets on clothes, and instead it resembles cold porridge instead of the rotting dirt on Earth. There is a blanket under the one on the Western hemisphere, and a swing on the branch of the other.
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