A smile, a blessing. There have been days when the leaves flicker under sunshine bringing new hope and joy. I have been called upon to watch them, listen to them and pay attention to them. Make their presence worthy in this world. They seem to bless the earth but they go unnoticed widely. We, fool human beings, take the beauty for granted. Their loveliness, their color, their presence is divine.
Then there comes a gloom in some dry cold country. A lonely place. An abandoned countryside. Old people are roaming there, still, hoping and clinging to their motherland. The country is known for its art. Art made ages ago. A remembrance of the past. Past full of crusades, wars, and famine. Yet, people are proud. Because they are ignorant. Birds shriek in dryness. The dryness that conquers the air. It is heavy and the sound is gloomy. The day settles at 15 and the darkness evades the entire village. Sun disappears behind the mountain and those bare valleys let it sunk deep within them. Swallowing it like a demon of darkness evades the light. People hide in their hood shutting themselves. Blinds fell and the artificial lights illuminate.
Then the memory works, fabrication initiates. His smile came back and his memory conquers the mind. That was a beautiful day. A heavenly presence was blessing me. Blessed me for a single day and left me behind as a cursed demon forced to live without his presence. May he be happy. May he reaches heights.