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What else on the writing front (Part 2)
Jan. 19th, 2012 04:59 am(I'm not even gonna try to justify the lapse in entries. Back to work!)
Next, we have the crystal garden. This is probably my most frequent daydream, and yet the one that I have the hardest time describing.
This land is one of perpetual twilight - the skies are a swirling mixture of deep blues and purples with the occasional flicker of red here and there. The moon is a gorgeous silver disc, always full, and it seems to skitter across the sky - one hour it's off to the east, and the next it might appear to be toward the north. The wind whispers every few minutes, and, oddly enough, it is visible - small swirls of white smoke unfurl, then blow outwards, showing where (and how quickly) the wind is crossing the landscape.
The landscape itself, however, is the focus of the daydream. The garden is a wilderness hundreds of miles from civilization, a verdant field that stretches far into the mists of my imagination. The intriguing thing about the garden, however, is that everything is made of crystal. The grass is made of slim strips of emerald, while the flowers are delicate beryl stalks tipped with diamond-and-topaz flowers. The trees are massive hunks of amber with sapphire leaves and ruby berries that occasional tumble onto the ground. The gems feel strangely flexible - falling onto the grass would simply cause it to flatten underneath you before springing back to life, and I'm able to pluck flowers with ease. They bend easily, like plastic, and yet tapping them with my fingernail rewards me with the faint tink of solid stone.
I haven't any idea why the garden exists, what world it grows upon...anything like that. I just find myself there all too frequently, where my only company are gleaming, gem-like plants. It is a strangely peaceful land, as unusual as it is.
Anyway, this is a little shorter than usual, but it's been too long since my last entry and I needed to put something down. Also, there's the part that it's nearly 6 AM.
Next, we have the crystal garden. This is probably my most frequent daydream, and yet the one that I have the hardest time describing.
This land is one of perpetual twilight - the skies are a swirling mixture of deep blues and purples with the occasional flicker of red here and there. The moon is a gorgeous silver disc, always full, and it seems to skitter across the sky - one hour it's off to the east, and the next it might appear to be toward the north. The wind whispers every few minutes, and, oddly enough, it is visible - small swirls of white smoke unfurl, then blow outwards, showing where (and how quickly) the wind is crossing the landscape.
The landscape itself, however, is the focus of the daydream. The garden is a wilderness hundreds of miles from civilization, a verdant field that stretches far into the mists of my imagination. The intriguing thing about the garden, however, is that everything is made of crystal. The grass is made of slim strips of emerald, while the flowers are delicate beryl stalks tipped with diamond-and-topaz flowers. The trees are massive hunks of amber with sapphire leaves and ruby berries that occasional tumble onto the ground. The gems feel strangely flexible - falling onto the grass would simply cause it to flatten underneath you before springing back to life, and I'm able to pluck flowers with ease. They bend easily, like plastic, and yet tapping them with my fingernail rewards me with the faint tink of solid stone.
I haven't any idea why the garden exists, what world it grows upon...anything like that. I just find myself there all too frequently, where my only company are gleaming, gem-like plants. It is a strangely peaceful land, as unusual as it is.
Anyway, this is a little shorter than usual, but it's been too long since my last entry and I needed to put something down. Also, there's the part that it's nearly 6 AM.
