Flicker of Thoughts

Writer’s note – sometimes I write outliner things under the creative license.

The winter crisp air and the drew dampen ground create a sharp contrast which allures him to take a walk in the countryside fields where sunflowers used to invigorate him with life.

He drops the paint brush, pick up his coat and rush to the door with certain excitement. He is hit by the cold air once he gets to the court yard. He picks up his speed and starts jogging. His nostrils flare to breathe in more air. He takes of his winter thick socks and shoves them in his coat pockets. Now he feels the moisten grass with his bare feet. He picks up speed again running towards the fields. 

When he reaches the filed, he throws himself on a bed of harvested sunflower stalks with arms and legs fully stretching out. Now he has the full view of the star filled indigo sky hugging the voluptuous full moon. He laughs and howls in the open field, feeling the freedom and elation. 

He unzips his coat to regulate the elevated body temperature and unbuttons his jeans to give more room to his erection. Visually, he is showered by the stardust under the Milky Way. They make his skin tingling and form goosebumps allover. He holds his now throbbing penis and stroking it to the rhythm of his heartbeat. It’s a sensation that he has never experienced before. The polar opposite of the deep of the night chilliness and the warmness in his hand collides into an euphoric serenity. The stickiness in his hand and the wet grass tickling his feet settle in the dead silence around him. 

He slowly looks around, the grass which was a uniformed blur now is 3D and showing hues like Van Gogh’s ‘Patch of Grass’. His body temperature starts to drop. Frosty air masks his face, then his abdomen which causes him to shiver. The feeling of the urge to urinate hurries him up and starts to jog home where the unfinished painting is waiting for his final touch, or a start-over.