Dear soul,

     I was happy to see you today, to bear you in my hands although I could not touch your face. I’d always wanted to touch your face, to feel the creases and the cracks brought to you by time. I tried, but I could not also tell what you were thinking about or how you felt, I could not tell anymore like I used to. It made me remember when we didn’t have to talk to understand. I studied your disposition and you looked a lot like water. Still, contained, curved around a creek, maybe a bit cold but at peace. Do you sometimes imagine what peace looks like? I’d say it looks like a river, a subtle, fragile, flowing river.  

     When time is frozen in a frame, it rebels and hides, I met you today at the center of a frame and I could not see the whole picture. I could not see what was at the other end of your creation. I could not also recognize you all at once, you were clad differently in bright, buzzing colors. 

       But I was so happy to see you. When you’re by yourself sitting by a creek, a sudden bust of color or the song of a bird makes your heart skip with wonder and amazement. Like the effect of wine on the soul, and chocolates too :). Seeing you in all those colors felt like a beautiful song, it felt like wine. But I see all of this is slowly changing with the current of the river, you always stay in the shadows where I cannot see you, and all that happens is a stumble… I want to ask you to come out of the shadows, but I can’t. My hands are not strong enough to bear the fullness of you. And so I’ve decided to write you down in the secrets I share with nature,  to write to you as long as I am here, sitted by the river. Maybe this way, though remotely, we could make sense of the ways of the river – this river. I’ll look up to watch you dance to the tunes of the forest and maybe I’ll dance with you when I finally learn how. 

07/06/18