Fictions.. 1..
It was last days of summar time that year.. the time when you can smill the coldness and freshness of the air all around.. when anyone can just wish to do nothin but settin forever watchin sunset on that old couch placed at the right corner of the terrace.. wishin to stop the hands of time only to watch this scene forever.. while those gentle, quiet and smooth breaths of air sneakin into your inside..mixed with your own breathes..
By the right side of the terrace.. a very old tree not too close and not too far.. but with a proper distance to let it be able to share her that marvelous view.. a little bit forward so she can see part of the tree combined with that great scene.. and while the tree's branches and thier leafs are swayin with the air.. just makes the whole painting almost perfect .. and what makes it complete.. the sparklin swayin grass all over around the terrace and which sparklling more and more the further you go with your eyes..
There, she was settin, seems to be silent.. while she was havin the longest conversation ever with everythin around her.. you can see her quiet, nothin is movin but those light brown wisps from her hair flyin gently with the air.. you can not hear her voice ..but you can feel her eyes talkin and never stops..
For as long as she used to have this speechless conversation with this splendid paintin in front of her.. as if she's havin a special relation with every tiny part of it.
From 12 years ago.. she used to set here with her grandma.. the pianting never changes .. everythin is just the same as it was.. the woody floor of the terrace.. this warm, cozy and not so large couch and that swining chair by its left side.. even the old tree, those passin 12 years did not take a bit from its greenness and those plentiful branches..
That's where she was livin'.. before 12 years.. and before her and her folks had to move to town.. and leave grandma's house .. so that she could complete her study there..
Every month durin those past 12 years.. the small family used to come and spend somedays with grandma.. that sweet, lovin' old woman, who never stops smiling..
And no matter years and days are passing, but everytime they reach that house.. it was like gettin in the time machine and gettin back in time..
posted by Sue... @ 2:23 PM
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