Mystic 1800

The tough day is finished. Everything I want to do now, it's to lie down, take a book, and read. I started to think about the content, can in comprehend it?

The sky is gray, and the clock showing almost three, it seems more though - seems like evening actually. Snowflakes are twirling in soft, but very cold wind. I like it, even though it's very cold. I arrive to the parking place, my car is alone there. All around it's emptiness. I think that's strange, on another day, and on same time, this parking place would totally full. Well, I drop those thoughts, as rage arise in me - since car's lock failed again. I stop spinning the key - I see someone is approaching me. I breath in, and turn around - raise my head up - to see the face of the person standing near me. It's a girl, I know her, but as usually I don't know from where and how. Her face it's pretty and so familiar. I recognize her, in a moment, when she in question say my name. Actually more than just recognize her, - the whole past, all moments we spend together flashes before my eyes. I can't understand, why didn't I recognized her at once.

"Seven years since that", she just ended the summary, of our last meeting, as we're walking towards Caffè. All the moments I spend with her, are now so alive in my mind. I actually can't believe, so much time passed.

Bar is really nice. It's warm and cosy and we're almost alone in it. We're sitting facing each other. I can finally really look into her face. It's she, as it was, but yet different. I realize, that her eyes are green, I'm thinking if I always know about the color of her eyes, or did I realized it just now. I withdraw my look, and direct it through the window; The car just pass by, and draw an silhouette of something that seems like an old man, which hardly moves alone though the wind and snow. I look at her again, and now I see the smile on her face, which fades away after some moments. I want to see it again, so I try to smile, and I'm hoping she'll reflect it.

I have no idea how much time passed, was it one hour, two hours, or maybe even more? It's completely dark outside. When I want to look through the window, I see only clear reflection in it. Reflection of myself and her. I try to understand the beauty of being, which sits in front of me. We were walking on similar paths, we were making similar decisions, and we believed and we're still believing in similar things. We both see life, through the same eyes. The stars and mornings, snowflakes, warm tea and day dreaming, autumn leafs whirling in the soft wind, fog colored by the light of sunrise, life, love. All those things, can those things reflect in the window?

I'm not aware of time anymore. We're outside now, the wind blows stronger, it stop snowing and the sky cleared up. I don't feel cold. We're standing in front of each other, we're saying goodbye. We're looking into each others eyes, and we're waiting something to happened.

Just couple of seconds, seems more. Moments passed. Now I'm in the car, which stared to moving slowly. In my thoughts it's sill her last smile, and for a moment I feel like I'm not alone. The world starting to melt away, -- night lights, stars and moon, they all merge into one, it's like they always been - one.