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    dots Submission Name: The Windsdots

    Author: was_i_ever_real
    ASL Info:    23 _ f _ tx
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 194/91/52
    Words: 222
    Class/Type: Random Thoughts/Nature
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       I have been gone a long time. This was just an exercise to start writing again. Perhaps I'll develop it more once I get my rhythm back, but for now, it's nice to just have something coming from my fingertips.

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    dotsThe Windsdots

    In the city I call my home, for two months (usually March and April), the winds come. Not everyday, but often enough and very suddenly. On those days, it's rare to see the blue of the sky after the early morning hours. Instead, the sky is colored tan, and there is a constant rushing sound in your ears, and your lungs are coated with dust, and there is a thin layer of dirt on your skin.

    During those two months, it's impossible to take a bath without first taking a shower, unless you like muddy bath water. Car washes are on the brink of shutting down at the end of April, because after the first few days, we all give up on trying to keep our cars clean...but on the plus side, wind shield wiper fluid sales go up.

    Everyone complains when the winds come...but these are my favorite months of the year. I love the fury, and invisible destruction. And the winds bring the warmth of summer, and the smells of the places they've just been. They bring new dreams, and carry away all of my failures and disappointments.

    After the winds, I am left clean (in a metaphorical sense of course) and given a chance to begin again.

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      Isn't nature previous and a model tool for learning? I enjoyed the simplicity of this write even though nature is never simple and almost always complex. There is an originality in this write where turmoil is the antecedent of the disaster that brings about a new beginning. Ask old things are carried away and new beginnings are introduced. Awesome.
    | Posted on 2011-11-03 00:00:00 | by CaramelCandy | [ Reply to This ]
      Delightful words.The winds are carrying me away!

    | Posted on 2011-05-31 00:00:00 | by DaGrimReaperess | [ Reply to This ]
      a cleansing, a beginning again...

    i like this..and the mix of mundane, everday things made poetic by mixing them with the nature of things..the wind which gusts through our lives and creates movement in our world and ourselves and somehow leaves us just a bit different...but then maybe better....

    i relate since we have had three straight weeks of storms, high winds and flooding...but there is sunshine today...rebirth..and things don't look so bleak. there are possibilities abounding for new life.

    | Posted on 2011-05-03 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      The whole description is excellent! First of all, it is a nameless city vibrant with winds...

    "Instead, the sky is colored tan, and there is a constant rushing sound in your ears, and your lungs are coated with dust, and there is a thin layer of dirt on your skin."

    so simple and yet so realistic... i cant find a flaw in your writing. it is totally enjoyable.

    the tit bits about bathing and car wash are intersting.

    your welcome stance towards wind is towards them is both admirable and motivating.

    "And the winds bring the warmth of summer, and the smells of the places they've just been. They bring new dreams, and carry away all of my failures and disappointments"

    i felt that a sweet scent of rain and wind passed me by.
    | Posted on 2011-05-03 00:00:00 | by ShiveringFire | [ Reply to This ]
    I enjoyed this. I think mostly for its colloquial voice, & how it's taking note of the ordinary things people might pause to think on a second, but would never put into poetry or creative writing necessarily, if that makes much sense. I guess I find that there's a lot of significance in the day to day stuff that should be brought up creatively a little more, rather than trying to draw from something ethereal all the time.

    So yes, this does that for me. & I like how you begin because it is of the ultimate ordinary, but then that parenthetical “usually May and April”, a side note added for clarification. You didn't have to add that, but you did, & there's just something charming about it. Like admitting something, the way one might initially say “the spider was as big as a damn dog!” and then sheepishly correct themselves “well, alright, maybe not that big”. & you bring that back in the ending too, with the metaphorically clean.

    & the bit about the washing cars, & washer fluid sales. & the various affects of the winds, both emotionally, economically, geographically, etc. I really like how all the considerations are taken in.
    | Posted on 2011-05-03 00:00:00 | by Santi | [ Reply to This ]

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