How Serious Is Emphsema

A feather-light rain ...

When I made this afternoon the bathroom window, looked puzzled, I hesitated. A few large, bright supposed "flakes" floating gently in slow motion through the entire courtyard, some level with the treetops and over the roof. I should mention to the fact that we live on the fifth floor, and that I was without glasses because of myopia can not see much.

My first association was the white, airy flakes of poplar trees that had to be excluded due to the season and the blatant lack of poplars, however. It could also be no snow, for there was neither cold nor cloudy enough, there were not enough and the size of individuals varied too much. On most striking, however, was the pace of this UFO (not "UFOs", as one would say perhaps at first like, after all, there are no unknown Flubobjekte
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), they moved easily and gracefully, some seemed to hover on the spot; most stood out gently but steadily into the sky. It was a fascinating sight that met me as I rushed to the balcony, before the parapet just an oval object rose vertically into the air and completely quiet.

There were feathers. Ice-gray, with white feather fluff, some small and round, others elongated. Pigeon feathers.

A hawk has just before I looked out the window have pulled a dove in flight. A handle deep into life. I looked around searching, but could see no direction from which everything springs would have come as from another, there was no bloody spring stream that had been poured over one of the roofs, not on the spoils bracing prey in sight. Everywhere there was the same, almost weightless floating of the scattered feathers, which drove up in the past for me visible corner of the yard, guided by a gentle breeze.

After a few minutes, the last feathers were gone, only one or two isolated were on a vermilion-colored roof shingles. While it may have been nothing extraordinary, but for me it was fascinating. to catch this short window of time immediately after the beating and before the disappearance of all traces, and the one afternoon when the wind was so mild that it hung in the balance, was an amazing coincidence.

One could discuss whether there is such thing as "accidents" actually exists, but that's an issue that I will devote myself to another time.



[In the moment when I realized that this was spring, I was reminded of the stories fall where winged beings from the sky. I also had to recognize that the overstatement of dramatic floating through the area Springs, which can be observed frequently in anime series, certainly has some truth. The sight that met me was wonderful, although evidence of a tragic battle to the death (but what is not in the nature beautiful?), And a falling Icarus worthy. (If Icarus had been equipped with small, mouse-gray feathers;.)) For a moment I wondered whether it would sit on a fallen, androgynous young man on the roof if I would only look. Haha, my wishful thinking is strong. Also my influence from anime, as the exuberant high spirits before, Greek original Icarus was determined to the last male armpit hair and everything else as androgynous. XD

If only I looked up. There is even the question of whether external things exist but, if we close our eyes and can not see them, but conversely there may also be things we see when we keep them to look out ...? I wanted to soak through but not my socks on the wet, cold balcony. So much for the lack of review of philosophical theories because earthly comforts. .>>; The pitifully also now on the roof shivering young man with the injured wing was offered hereby, if applicable, to the balcony einzufinden and knocking him because if it is. ♥]