Beautiful days.

"Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart
Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together..."
(Better Together, Jack Johnson)

Once upon a time, she took a chance and made a trip to some place far away. Some place where she felt hopeful and free. As she walked along the well-worn streets, the winter wind serenaded the blue sky dressed in swirling clouds, white and creamy and pure. As she danced and skipped along the cobbled pavements, the warm winter sun looked on and felt her joy. Forgetting that she almost forgot how, she discovered that she was falling in love again. With life, with God, with herself. I need to tell someone, she thought, or else I might start to think that I'm dreaming and that one day soon, I will wake up and dream no more. But it was harder than she thought. How do you put your heart in words? She was afraid to destroy it with cliches. So she decided not to say a word except to close her eyes once in a while and smell the crisp, dry scent of winter, feel the winter breeze slip its arms around her in a strange yet familiar embrace of a long-lost lover, and hear her heart beat faster as her feet takes her down the streets of that faraway place in her mind.

Thank you Gen, from the bottom of my heart.