Whoosh...
The sound of the two hundred foot windmill disrupts my concentration.
Whoosh...
The methodical rotating of the blades is putting me to sleep, it's just too damn relaxing.
Whoosh...
The gently flashing red light isn't helping either, periodically illuminating the rotating blades more than one hundred feet above my head.
Whoosh...
As I look to my left, I realize that this is not as isolated as I wish it was; I see forty more red winking lights mildly flicking on and off, perfectly in time with the rest.
Whoosh...
To my right, the scene is the same, except I only see a couple of red lights.
Whoosh...
I should probably head back before I'm caught; the patrols don't appreciate tresspassers.
Whoosh...
One last look at the immobile white pilgrim, who seems to have found a permanent settlement in my backyard, him and one hundred of his best friends.
Whoosh...
Sorry, my serene lovely, I must leave you now. Time to get back to the real world and its accompanying responsibilities.
Whoosh...
You make a convincing argument, but if I am to see you again, I must survive, and to survive means to blend in.
Whoosh...
Yes, well, it's not like I don't enjoy it! I wish I could kick this stupid addiction, but as long as I am alone it will be nearly impossible.
Whoosh...
I know, you are the only confidant I have; I need to find another human to confide in first!
Whoosh...
It may be a difficult path, but it is worth it. Imagine what the powers that be would say about a man spilling his guts to an inanimate object! I would be hanged for sure.
Whoosh...
It is only human nature to avoid being hanged. The desire to live outweighs all others; even intercourse.
Whoosh...
I will return in due time my pretty, confidant or not, I will return to spill my darkest secrets without the fear of my secrets being traced.
Whoosh...
It may be easy to track ninety percent of my activity through the network, but if I don't post on the network it may as well as not have happened...
...am I wrong?
Whoosh...