After overcoming my exaggerated-rage-against-Istanbul, I became a content person. My spiky longings faded, leaving a sweet taste behind instead of a bitter one. Involuntarily, I stopped rushing between goals and wills and wishes. My heart started beating at a normal rate. Minor panic attacks and anxiety blindness dissipated. I got a stronger grip on my life-course when I didn't try to do it in a rush. My eyes are not locked to an imagined-aim anymore. With all dues paid, I began thinking in present tense. Tsunami tides melted into the rainy shore and somehow I don't mind rain now. I don't want hot weather and things feel more stabile... Wind is a better choice. Wind howls, holds and flows. Fills the matrix so delicately without cutting into the skin like sun or snow. Makes you feel like an airplane lifted up in the sky. Less gravity, and a supported body. Gears shift to right brain. Freshess guaranteed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sw1weml0-r0
