A New Day.

One day she woke up to the real world. The clouds were moving by, air was slow treading with the sound of leaves criss-crossing each other. A dog stretched his legs with his eyes closed, while the other slowly yawned. Another one was softly snoring. There was a gentle calm in the morning light. The smell of washed laundry lingered. 

In the head, there were new chapters and new lessons. Like the past few months or years took away a few chapters. Maybe there was control, maybe there wasn't. I don't think she cared too much about what was gone. The world slowly whispered, so darling, do you feel better? 

She took a deep breath and soaked it all in, the tiny glitters of sunshine and the heavy doses of losses past. Maybe she answered back. 

New day, new air felt good. There was a deep sense of gratefulness for all that had come and gone. Maybe change was the only constant. All the upheaval, the up and down, kept fluctuating and returning to the still for sometime, only to get faded away into the upheaval again. The yin and the yang of the world, and the eternal constance within. 

The mountains (read hills) had finally found her, and so had the voices around. How could they always know which direction she dreamt of? A slow realisation swept in, that the dreams knew who belonged in the future, even when she tried to picture a different reality. And slowly, the future unfolded beautifully. And then there was the flow again, of the yin and the yang. 

Thanks for always holding my hand world.