Breathing in Eternity 

Holding my breath. Trying to dive into the sky... The last golden sunrays gently kiss my  braids. I am finally starting to breathe. My thoughts are flying away. Somewhere 1,500 km away. I am breathing. Smelling the last half frozen flowers and yellow grass. 

Suddenly I look at my neighbour's house, the tree he planted...The light autumn wind is sadly waltzing through its thick branches...My neighbour may be enjoying now something more beautiful. He has been in Heaven for some years. His shadow is gone. His tree is here. His warmth is in everywhere around his home. 

Then I look at another neighbour's house. My heart is bursting into tears. Our dear female neighbour is sick. No one knows if she can win that battle for life. I never used to take her seriously. What's more, there were times I got annoyed by her way of speaking with me. I have grown to love her. I smile everytime I see her. I enjoy her cozy voice, her problems she likes to discuss with me. Her flowers. I don't want to think about any goodbye. I don't want to believe doctors. I really hope for miracles. I am a  hopeless dreamer. I will always stay so, I am afraid. It's always heartbreaking to say good bye. I can't get used to it.  Sometimes I want to close my heart inside a dark closet. It seems like my heart cannot stand any more losses. But it only seems so. My little motor of life will go on loving, getting hurt, bleeding, healing, and again loving till the last breath...

I am grateful for this eternity we all have. I believe in God. I believe in our eternity. It's not only a way of comforting myself. I just feel it. I feel it when I breathe in eternity. When I look up and see an endless blue path that leads us all to Love...