Touch
I was walking with my hands in my jacket pockets; zipped up to the chin, tired, eyes sore, one step after the other, one step, one step more.Blue grey trees are my only company, until I hear someone behind me.
I stop but don’t look back, hear the footsteps grow closer, feel the air grow clearer; the wind which was blowing against my face changes direction and becomes a breeze, coming from the one who steps ever so lightly.
‘Hello’, she says with a smile which I return. ‘It’s at the end of a long day that you learn, you learn…’ and she stops there, waiting for me to complete the sentence. “..you learn. One always learns” is the best I can come up with. I get a smile in return.
I just want to talk and so I do: “I don’t know you, and I don’t know if you’re willing to listen, but I’m tired; tired of what I’ve been doing. My friends are far away, I pushed away someone who was a part of me, who I loved..”
‘Stop.’, she said. ‘I know, and I know what you feel. A full moon, the color of the waves of a lake as they lap against the shore, a beautiful melody, the softness of a fresh rose petal, a drop of dew, the vast expanse of a desert colored by the setting sun; there is beauty all around you, and never forget, the beauty within.’
I close my eyes, and when I open them, she is still there, standing with me. A light breeze blows and the leaves of the blue grey trees rustle gently.
posted by liquid @ 1:14 PM
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