HobyAdobe

Some say that life can begin with just a thought, I wonder if someone was thinking of me when I was created? Sitting miles above the Earth and just watching, waiting for the moment for my life to make an impact. Will my purpose be of that to annoy those below me, or perhaps to bring joy to those who have forgotten what I represent? Most would find it's easy to confuse how I look, with hundreds of family all appearing the same... yet we're each supposed to be different. As I float lazily towards the Earth below, personally I hope I land somewhere soft. The last time the wind really had me dizzy with its strong currents. Snowflake.

The waves, the warm sand and those endless days in sheer paradise... I had a better figure back then and lately I’ve felt stretched out. Each day was just another chance to relax as the tide and the shore danced through their daily movements. Of all the tourists I’ve met, the young, married couple have easily been my favorite these past few months. But as usual,  time is short lived, as soon as the winds begin to change and Autumn was on her way. Beach Hammock.

The street had been sultry and silent all day. However, that night a strong breeze began stirring throughout the neighborhood. As usual I was unable to sleep, questioning, 'Will this be the moment I am truly needed?’ A brilliant flash then loud claps of thunder erupted from above signaling those events to come. A broad array of textiles rained from the roof onto the sidewalk where I stood. This was followed by the trumpeting of sirens down the once quiet neighborhood. Lightning had struck and flames began to engulf the house before me. It was time for action! Fire hydrant.

I lay here waiting for the next person to enter through those doors while calm music plays throughout the room. The expression of those who observe me is never the same: some anxious, some relieved, but many are absolutely terrified. I count the ceiling tiles each day in which ever room I’m placed in to pass the time, but ultimately I know my own fate. The time is now, I can see a small child looking away from me in sheer terror, but it’s not my fault, I’m only doing what I was created for. The music always seems to slow when I’m lifted and probe my victims body; the thrill of entering some

I can still hear the voices: the chanting, the cheering, the booing but that was so long ago. Seeing the sky that night, the stars hovering above, blinded-out by millions of lights of camera flashes. I rise and fall, awaiting that moment of acceleration, the moment where I will make the biggest difference in his life. I felt him tense then attempt to relax,   he knows how important this opportunity is, one which may never come again. The crowd grew silent and before I knew what’d happened I landed sixty feet away in the hands of another. “Strike Three!” Baseball.

He only takes me out on the worst days, but I forgive him each time. Sometimes I feel like I'm just getting in the way, especially when he's with her. When we first met, he couldn't wait to get his hands around me, that day when we met in the store when he was shopping. As we'd walk around town I see many others like me, but I know that I'm only special to him and I hope he'll never try to replace me. Was that thunder? I guess it's time to get ready. Umbrella