I simply love wintry days kissed by blue skies and embraced by golden sunlight. It is like a clash of summer, a tinge of fall and an enveloping presence of winter. There is Christmas skimming the fine, crisp air, you can’t see it. It is so sheer and fleeting sometimes you feel it, in your soul.
How do I capture and keep with me moments of time that are so beautiful and perfect? I want to hold them in my bosom, nurse them and never let them go. Perhaps they are so precious because they are so rare and you can never know when the next one will be gracing your existence. To revisit and replay the most awesome of memories is like leaving your life as it is.
For a few forgotten seconds, you are back in that place, that scent, everything associated with your life up to that past moment. It stands still and hangs in the spaces of our lives…just waiting for us to come by whenever we have the time to slow down and breathe. Quivering, we make our way through the memory like strangers in a forest. We tread carefully, quietly, certain not to upset the details of the perfect handiwork created before. Immersing, retelling, reliving.
…A dream within a dream come true…
It is like magic from the dawn of time. A transportation of the soul and mind to a land that will always be there, as long as we try to find our way back. Sometimes it is just tranquil, and the pictures play like a silent classic movie. Sometimes I remember the echoes of loved voices, a song I can never get enough of. And it is there, eternal.
When life gets hard, there is always room to fly. There is an escape within. These blessings of times and moments so impeccable are never out of reach. The world around will always hold traces and hints to bring us back. Our selves, are treasure chests of the best things money can’t buy.
What we have in our souls, is forever.
