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Keep Your Balance: Winter Day Musings.


“In order to keep moving in harmony with the inner and outer worlds, you must constantly stay in balance,” said the winter sun and took the throne high above the mountains.

Sunday afternoon. The sun is shining on the winter horizon. Here, in the distant land, on the other side of the rainbow. This is where the sun comes regularly to charge its power, or so it seems to us, because we also go out to gaze on it every chance we get. And we get them pretty much, all throughout the year — days full of glorious sunshine.

The windows were open for about an hour. It’s winter. It’s cold outside. Yet, the sun is blasting through the horizon, warming up the trees, melting down the ice, blessing us with another perfect lazy winter afternoon.

Sunshine upon the frozen streets. The snow glitters excitedly below the sun rays.

Not the same as up in the mountains though… and my mind instantly wanders through stored memories of silver glitters of pure untouched mountain snow, spread so excitedly below a huge palette of high mountain sun rays, producing a rainbow of glittering snow waves… snow art of purest kind… ice and fire… that is how the world must have been made.

“Pure alchemy!” I shriek secretly inside myself, in a childish funny tone, the purest of them all, and the child inside of me lets the window open for just one moment, for the colors of winter are here to be looked at and admired, and the shapes and forms, melting and blowing away in front of our eyes.

This city shall rise another one tomorrow. Always happens.

The ice will melt. The streets shall be clean again. It’s good that after a minor winter storm, we have beautiful warm days like this one. Nature keeps its balance so that we can live easier.

Why are we trying to destroy it so persistently?

Why are we so eager to destroy ourselves?

People are the strangest species in the universe. To know all this and still behave like idiots… I don’t know… sometimes I make fun of myself, saying I am an alien, or maybe abducted by them, or by sirens. Regardless, I swim in opposite directions… period… off-course, but never off-balance.

Everything moves. Everything is, therefore, constantly going in its own direction in life. All things interact, and therefore I see life as the most complex and most perfect dance of the Universe. And please understand that we people dance really well.

That’s what I was thinking about on that beautiful sunny day, turning peacefully into darkness (for it comes so quickly in winter).

There is something about the night that escapes the day. And yet, there is something about the day that also escapes the night. I can never seem to make up my mind as to which one of those I personally love better.

They are in perfect balance with each other, even though at certain times one of them seems to have the advantage, and vice verse later on.

Now, that is something one can spend time thinking about.

But not today.

Not this winter day.

The sun is warning me to shut up.

The moon is silvering the throne away.


Viola Damjanovski is from Skopje, Macedonia. She writes and translates poetry and short stories, and loves the avant-garde and unordinary. While she was young, Viola used to sing in a goth-psychedelic band (part of the bands consisting the first Macedonian Rock Encyclopedia). She has published short stories and poetry online under a pseudonym, and loves words, music, paintings, and everything out of the ordinary.


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