The evening moves in with a heavy mass of dark grey clouds. Wind is blowing so lightly you feel only its gentle touch. The leaves whisper from these touches – as if sharing their thoughts.
I feel a distant scent of a storm, coming at the edge of night.
The calmness I stand in on my balcony is overwhelming. Only such things bring me a relaxation so great I almost feel high.
Thoughts flow in and drown my mind with all the new things I can put down on paper, drawing a whole new world full of wonder.
It’s moments like these I think that inspiration is a true form of nature’s Magic.
Rain starts its rhythmic beat and I start shivering from the collision of hundreds of raindrops with my bare skin. I smile, looking up to the sky.
In between the dark clouds a lightning appears and lights up a fantastic sight – one of the clouds is shaped like a mighty stallion with a long wavy mane and tail, standing on its hind legs.
The sight disappears and thunder crashes, drawing in my mind a picture that this sound was made by the sky stallion hitting the ground with its giant hooves.
My smile widens.
The Ancient Gods have answered my call.