Rye Chor

C A T C H E R in the R Y E, originally uploaded by souparna.

Or something like that...

".... I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me.
And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day.
I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be."
- Holden Caulfield in The Catcher in the Rye , by J D Salinger 1919 - 2010

A short paragraph, and perhaps not as vividly described. Enough said, and still enough left for the imagination.

Nothing makes me feel better, than these two tiny paragraphs. I can't put my finger on the thought, that makes everything go away so easily.

Maybe it's the wind I feel on my face.
Maybe it's the idea of the bright blue sky.
Maybe it's the blinding shiny sun.
Maybe it's the brown in the swaying fields of rye.
Or
Maybe it's the serenity in the air.
Maybe it's the simplicity of the task at hand.
Maybe it's the familiarity in a foreign land.
Or
Maybe it's just the peace I feel within myself.

It's definitely the nicest thing ever written, and yet left unsaid.

3:42 PM Monday. Yeah, the Monday explains it you'd think!