Today I am brooding in front of my window.
The rain has just stopped.
I’ve opened the window and
I remember how I love this petrichor in the air.
It’s like meeting and mixing of rain and earth.
I’ve been always demure person who likes to enjoy this small wonders of life.
Today I’m trying to find panacea but it’s like a penumbra.
I can feel the answer is there, in front of me.
It’s a desturbing ineffable feeling.
I look down and see small font under the small tree of our street.
The rain drops are gathered there like they are waiting their extinction.
Soon after the sun will show her face again
And they are going to evaporate into the air.
Their lives are ephemeral like my lovers.
My feeling of love is also evanescent.
Sometimes they give up early or I give up.
The pont under the tree rippling with the wind.
All my life I’ve been searching for ethereal feeling of love.
Then I have an epiphany.
I have been hoping to find serendipity.
But there aren’t such amazing suprises in life.
He was gone.
I didn’t say “stay”.
He walked and found a woman.
I was broken.
But he was happy.
I close my window and go inside to work like everything is fine.