My name is Michael Mountain. In reality, this is not my real name. But that will remain anonymous except to those who know me.
Today, I learned that I quite literally have a crush on Winter. Those jittery feelings known to upset the stomach, to twist the mind, and to remove all reason are how I see her. She is not really real, but she comes every year.
That's how I think: cycles compose life. But the best life knows of undulation, cherishes her, and comes out on the other side whole--with basics and simplicity still intact. My Winter will come back. She cannot do anything but it.
I appreciate eccentricity with a vision. "Where there is no vision the people perish."
My vision is a Christ-vision. I'm a mess, if by nothing else, in my mind. And if for no other reason, should I know you, that I have probably hurt you in word and in deed. I apologize. Yet, my faults behind, the Christ-vision sounds good and is good, even though it is true--a rare quality these days.
There is my view. This is a start. May popular sensibilities be challenged.
5 comments:
um you have no idea how excited i am that you have blog =P hahah and i disagree summer is my love, but i don't know if u were speaking literally or metaphorically so ya hopefully i'm right hahaha =]
Winter is no metaphor--at least not of a person. I love Winter. It's more of an idyllic place to me, and I realized today that I have feelings toward that time like that of a crush. Really, I'm confused yet hopeful, like every other casual maniac.
im exciteddddd
-janelle
Oh, dearest friend. I love you so much. You're the greatest.
and so i found the infamous mountain.
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