she was different now..

She came back.

But this time she was different. It was the seasons. They had transformed her.

She floated through the air like an angel playing in the fields of heaven.

The burden no longer hurried her journey. She was living her life - soft and gentle.

And yet she knew that her journey was no different, her destination was the same. Just as before.

But this time, she would take her time.

She came by. I saw her through the window. Even as I tried rubbing away the heavy sleep from my weary eyes, i saw her. She was beautiful. As though crafted by the almighty himslef. Perfections of symmetry.

There she was, giving me the lessons on how to fly.

She felt like a drop from heaven. But a drop would make her the same again.

She was different now. She had been reborn.

The darling droplet from the rains above had evolved into the snow flake of the first fall.

fluctuations

If one day can define all the wierd feelings all wound in one, that would be today.

Started the day at 4 am with some shocker of REM's.. decided to sleep my full dose of 8 hours as adviced a well meaning friend..

Fluctuated from agony to ecstacy to bizzare emptiness all in one day.

Not to mention some heart burn from loved ones and some regretable rudeness by me to complete the day.

I need to start a new day tomorrow.

Lugano - mi mancherà voi.

just over three weeks left and i go back home.. i have spent the last year and more in a really serene and calm place.. Lugano, Switzerland.

Hadnt known that such a place existed..

Now its made a niche in my heart. For many reasons, I am sad that I will have to let it go.

This is surely one place, that I would come back to if I can.

And the clear skies in the last few days have given me a chance to do something i love - stargaze.

And the winter constellation of Orion has been lighting up my bedroom regularly.

I am not teary eyed (yet) but i surely am going to miss the life of the last year.

going back to that familiar place, and familiar face,
this path will now be a thing of the past.
as the moment nears, the days dont seem enough.
each street now beckons an explore.
the stars just a tad brighter, the sky a bit clearer.
i take my time, pinch moments from the night.
every single chance to steal a glance.
mark those shapes dazzling in the sky,
bathing in the moonlight from over the hill.
the sky will be there too, the stars as well,
but a different fragrance the breeze will hold.

Lugano - mi mancherà voi.