Wanderer

In this country steeped in an air of profound romance, along this long, elegant boulevard in a modern city, people go about their own business in twos and threes. European-style buildings line the street, surrounded by an exotic atmosphere. Only the inconspicuous old trees stand quietly to one side, as if no one has ever given them a second glance.

Today, the instant a sliver of sunlight touched my head, I was already leaning against this ancient tree, breathing quietly. I stretched out my body, letting every muscle and bone relax for a moment. Half-closing my eyes, I savored the comfort and beauty of that moment.

I opened my eyes and looked up at the gentle light of the early sun gradually falling across my face. Its soft glow left a faint, muted circle on my hand, as though it would never fade.

There is a tender corner in my heart, too. When something faintly obscures it, it grows dim and blurry, until it seems no longer apparent.

And now, I am ready to let it all go.