{"id":297,"date":"2010-08-04T02:51:48","date_gmt":"2010-08-04T07:51:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php"},"modified":"2014-03-24T01:14:39","modified_gmt":"2014-03-24T08:14:39","slug":"the-enchanted","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/writing\/writing-1992\/the-enchanted","title":{"rendered":"The Enchanted"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5><em>By Martin Falatic<br \/>\nWritten 1992-08-23 05:07<br \/>\nRevised 1997-03-19, 2010-08-04<br \/>\n<\/em><\/h5>\n<div class=\"hr\">\n<hr \/>\n<\/div>\n<pre>The storm abated,\r\n          and at once the sky was filled with an eerie light.\r\nI watched the scene in awe:\r\n          The sun hanging red and swollen over the horizon,\r\n                    as if weary of its fight against the receding storm.\r\n          The wispy cirrus clouds glowing a myriad of colors,\r\n                    from deep lavender high up,\r\n                    to a fiery crimson nearest the horizon.\r\n          The storm clouds, still covering much of the sky,\r\n                    had an angry blackness to them,\r\n                    as if incensed by the sun's triumph.\r\n\r\nCool sea breeze washed over me,\r\n          as I watched the sun begin its journey into the horizon.\r\nInto an endless void, it would seem,\r\n          the small star fell.\r\nGradually, I was overcome with emotion,\r\n          and small tears ran down each cheek.\r\nIt was as if I was watching eternity,\r\n          renewing and changing itself before my eyes.\r\nI became a humbled spectator of the grand majesty of Nature.\r\n\r\nI felt small, so insignificant, as I watched the drama before me.\r\n          However, I also felt a sense of belonging,\r\n          as if by bearing witness to this I gave it credence and meaning.\r\n\r\nThe sun was barely visible over the horizon now...\r\n          the dark clouds were scurrying eastward,\r\n                    leaving a starry night sky.\r\nI felt a chill in the air now, more pronounced,\r\n          and pulled my jacket tightly around me.\r\nThe tears were gone, replaced by a hint of a smile,\r\n          as I thought of the hope inherent in it all.\r\nNo despair filled my mind, only a strange peace,\r\n          and a warm feeling in my heart.\r\n\r\nLong before this,\r\n          I had given up many of my hopes and dreams\r\n          in exchange for solid reality.\r\nI lost the ability to look beyond the here and now,\r\n          the ability to see the beauty in a star-spun sky.\r\nI lost the ability to trust, I thought,\r\n          and I feared I had lost the ability to love.\r\nI was lost in the storm of life,\r\n          unable to find my way home, until...\r\n\r\nMy thoughts were interrupted,\r\n          as I felt her squeeze my hand.\r\nThe drying tears, her smile,\r\n          said everything.\r\nI looked into her eyes,\r\n          and took her into my arms.\r\n\r\nAs the sun disappeared into the sea,\r\n          a billion stars exploded into life across the night sky.\r\nThe Moon slowly rose from its slumber,\r\n          and silently watched over the children of Earth.\r\n\r\nWe continued our kiss,\r\n          oblivious to the beauty above:\r\nCaught up in the magic of the moment,\r\n          and the joy within us<\/pre>\n<div class=\"hr\">\n<hr \/>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Martin Falatic Written 1992-08-23 05:07 Revised 1997-03-19, 2010-08-04 The storm abated, and at once the sky was filled with an eerie light. I watched the scene in awe: The sun hanging red and swollen over the horizon, as if weary of its fight against the receding storm. The wispy cirrus clouds glowing a myriad [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":278,"menu_order":4,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"class_list":["post-297","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/297","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=297"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/297\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/278"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=297"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}