Following the Sky

                        

Does one always need a pair of featherlight wings to touch the sky? Is it really so necessary to be a carefree bird to knock on the window of eternal stars? This question always floats in my mind...

My usual working day. My eyes are permanently glued to the computer screen- checking lots of weird signs I am never going to comprehend.  There is a buzzing swarm of thoughts in my head. Some of those "bees" bitterly clean the  glass fragments of my broken illussions. My fingers stubbornly type. Feeling stone-heavy. 

Then I suddenly look through the window. And...here is it. The sky. The dark-blue sky. It smells like cold roses. I can't keep my eyes off it. Nothing else exists. Or almost nothing. I think of someone.  There is a little lonely cloud melting...I don't feel my room anymore. My imaginary wings lift me away - away from my working desk,  my impatient problems and urgent plans...I'm there. Far away. Where no one without the wings can ever get.


The sunrays are singing their beautiful song to the yellow leaves which are saying their last farewell...

I'm the happiest to have my devoted friend - my sky with me, my crazy world of dreams. My flying imagination is not afraid of me. It is always with me. No matter what I am doing or how I am feeling. :) It knows no barriers. It does not need any money, rich friends or a prince on a white horse.  It is free. Like a little sunray dancing through the golden clouds. And I am there...