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Posts Tagged ‘love’

Sankta Maria Magdalena Katolska Församling, 2:30 pm

In Place description, Writing on 2017/05/06 at 14:50

A woman stands to the right of the altar, her voice fills the church with clear, warm tones and the people in the pews listen to her song with rapt attention. In the front of the altar, right at the center of attention stands my friend,  turned to the side to face the singer, his arm around the woman at his side. He is dressed in a tuxedo with a white jacket, she in a light, pure white dress, her hair done up in a kind of bun, lots of little white flowers dotted throughout. The bride and groom look at each other smiling, their eyes sparkling with love. The light falls down on them from above, making it look like they are shining, their for each other almost tangible. 

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Baisha beach, 8:32 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Writing on 2017/02/25 at 14:06

The sky, clear now after a cloudy afternoon, is absolutely full of stars, the three in Orion’ s belt outshining everything else in the vicinity. The waves come rolling in to the beach  just a few meters away, the black water crashing down on the dark sand with a loud booming sound that fills the air. I put my arm around my wife, feel the warmth of her body against mine as she leans on my shoulder, and just enjoy the moment. 

Metro train near Alvik, 1:28 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Writing on 2014/01/28 at 10:22

The world outside the window is bleak and grey. The bare tree trunks form grey shadows against the milky white sky, the thin branches radiating skywards like so many fingers. The buildings in the distance look deserted, like empty shells. We pass over some water but it is inky black, not a ripple on the surface, with sheets of broken ice floating dismally by the edge. The ground, clear of snow and ice despite the season is either a naked soil black or covered in sickly yellow grass. The dead world outside mirrors the emptiness inside me, a desolation of the soul brought about by the absence of a certain girl by my side. Sigh…

At home 5:36 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Place description, Writing on 2013/10/30 at 01:12

The sky outside the window has steadily grown darker while I have been sitting here, and I have been just that little bit too lazy to get up and turn on the lights. So here I sit, in a darkend room, the glow from the computer screen providing the only real source of light, the faint unlight of dusk lingering in the window behind my back. I am pinned here by the woman sleeping peacefully on my lap, holding my left arm in her embrace. I push the laptop to the side, lean back and just sit here, letting some moments pass in absolute harmony and comfort.

Stenbron Arild, 10:46 pm

In Place description, Poetic prose, Writing on 2011/07/25 at 19:44

The sky has been painted in a lustrous gradient from dark blue above my head seamlessly changing to a lighter blue then yellow and finally pink bordering on orange. Grey clouds sweep across the pink like heavy brush strokes, turning to solid at the horizon. I know there is no land there but the cliffs are there no less. Right below the horizon a gleaming streak of yellowish white from left to right, like the trail of some fast-moving thing. The water is otherwise a greyish blue, ever so slightly tinted in yellow and pink where it mirrors the sky. A ragged edge of foliage, so dark green as to be almost black frames the lower part of the view while squeaking chirping insects create an auditive backdrop. My girlfriend embraces me from behind as I add letter to letter in an effort to describe something so common yet wonderous as a lingering sunset.

Zhudong market 8:07 pm

In Feeling of the moment, Poetic prose, Writing on 2010/09/22 at 16:13

I am sitting on a stone wall, dangling my feet over a red bricked square, my girl is by my side and I have a cold drink in my hand. I rest my hand on her leg and gaze up at the full moon shining bright behind a thin veil of clouds. It is strange how such a simple thing can be so beautiful. I feel my girl snuggling up to me in the surprisingly cool air and the smooth skin of her thigh. I sit here and feel absolutely content, the perfect ending to a perfect day. Happy moon festival!

Apartment in Hsinchu 2:55 am.

In Feeling of the moment, Writing on 2010/09/12 at 06:39

The room is dark but i can still se the gray shapes of things. The room is quiet but I can still hear the woosh of the air conditioning. Somewhere to my right I can sense the presence of my girlfriend. I was tired earlier but now I seem to have come out on the other side of the weariness of a long flight and I can not fall asleep. I wish I could sleep, the logical part of my mind tells me i need it but I feel fully awake. At least there is one good thing about this, just lying here knowing that, when ever I want to, i could reach out my hand and touch the girl I love, a privilege I haven’t had in a while.