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Being Hellen Keller - The Senses

 

            It had been a long day of studying with a lot of anticipation so I decided to step out on the balcony to get in touch with my senses. Taking a deep breath through my nose I drew-in the autumn air filling my lungs with the cold crispness and subtle flavors of the season. I could sense the moisture in the air; rain would fall soon, bringing the usual flood and torrent. Holding the freshness that I had captured, but for a few seconds, I exhaled slowly sensing a warm fog of moisture rise in front of my nose. I stood there picturing it rise into the dark the sky. I imagine the clouds obscuring the moon, struggling to shine through the murky heavens above. Sometimes my thoughts run wild, taking me away, as it was right now. I pictured myself rising above them; flying with the stars and planets high above. Giving myself a mental lesson -remembering what I learned from astronomy books. I flew past each planet imagining their colors and sizes. I have studied many sciences; they are always sparking my imagination. The shake of the banister and the balcony beneath awoke me from my flight in the heavens. The storm is here now. I know its thunder and of course there must be lightning, illuminating the dark above. I can sense the vibrations getting stronger every minute as the center of the storm creeps ever closer. I can feel the wind blowing wildly now; the cold gusts are blowing through my hair and stinging the skin of my face. Large drops of water start to drop on my hands resting on the banister. The rain is here now. I picture the lightning darting back and forth amongst each competing cloud -flashing and arcing into some fated house in the distance. The drops are getting more frequent; I cup my hand to gather some. At first I count the drops as each one falls into my palm but their frequency are getting greater and harder to follow. A few light drops have landed on my lips and I can taste the salt from the ocean nearby.


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