Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

I dream of peace, on a misty afternoon, when no words have been said and no closure has been given.

For the clouds cradle the warmth and light of the sun, I standstill and imagine a colorful rainbow.

As I take a step away from the mind in conflict, sheltering from the dusty rain, cold winds, cutting my skin and making my eyes tear.

A little sad, a little happy, for what has passed and only a memory. For what is and will unfold. For what I cannot see and what I don’t understand.

I see the fog slowly clear trough my watery eyes, the trees shine of silvery glitter, as I open my eyes more forcefully, I see sunbeams coming down through the clouds.

With a deep breath, I take in the beauty of the moment, while my heart skips, I smile for a moment, sensing a moment of peace, how briefly it may be.

The feeling of gratitude, stays as I warm myself with a cup of tea.

© Elke T.B. Stevens 17/01/2020