… It is so simple and so big. It is populated by the birds and airplanes. Sometimes it seemed to me that I dreamed to become the stewardess not because I liked to change the countries and Duty Free shops, but because it would be my ticket to the Sky.
Incessant. Infinite. Vivid.
You go and elastic clouds grow from under your steps. You jump and dive in them. You don’t need to have wings, you float in the air and are happy to this ability. It is possible to catch a wind like the birds around you, to fall downwards as a stone, and to rise just in front of the mountains.
It is possible to fly together with a leaf fall and martins, to somersault in leaves, to jump from a roof on a roof of the tiled city.
– You know me?, – asks the girl with huge chocolate eyes. She sits at a window and blinks to the sun. – All gone, I am alone at home. The sun will go away, and shades will revive.
– You are afraid of them?
– Everybody is afraid of them, who remember. After forget and cease to be afraid.
– I will sit with you for a little while. I know you. I will sit until twilight ends. After it is nothing to be afraid of.
We sit down, we lower feet from a window sill.
I am a wind, your past and the future simultaneously.
There is nothing bad in a fear. They left to give you time. Soon a cat will come into your life, the animal friend, and all fears will end. You will be passed from hand to hand. You will never fall further your borders. All your life you will lose your wings and find them. You will never satisfy with love until understand its infinity. You will cry, but have few tears, and one day they will end at all.
You will want to go to the people, and among them back to yourself. You will never succeed in merging with your own body. All your life you will try to grow up.
Once allowing snow to enter into your heart, you will never be able to win it from the emptiness.
Your best teacher is the morning sky.
I give it to you, so you remember that no one night lasts forever.
Elena Asseeva, “Treasures of memories. Sky”
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