Seasons

One more evening passing by, one more sunset on the horizon, one more struggle watching helplessly a day coming to an end, wishing for it to stretch a few hours more in hope of a miracle. In hope that those few hours are all that is needed to bring back that long forgotten smile, that much missed joy, that one reason to love life again.

Then nights. The hopes fading away like the vision of heavy weary eyes into a half sleep. The anguish slipping into a calm like a tired baby’s cry.

Numb. Blank.

Then…a new dawn. The first ray felt by the closed eyes. The first dim strokes of an old favorite colour on the horizon. The warmth like that of first streaks of light after a long polar night. The first chirping of an early bird on the roof and a light breeze. A faint rustling of dried leaves in the backyard…soft footsteps of someone approaching slowly. A smell of roses. A bright silhouette in the haze beyond the window and a hint of smile…that long forgotten smile?… A dream?…An end of a nightmare? A twinge and a fear…and a springtide of laughter…uncontrolled…wild…free.

Frozen…

But then again...everything melts and everything withers away. Life is just a passing of seasons.