It's wonderful to be...

It's wonderful to fly low to the ground. Being the wind is very comfortable, because you can go wherever you want, whenever you want! Just a right turn around the next corner, and then straight past that little shop where they used to sell cotton candy. Now it's a clothing store. I wonder what it will be like in a year? But I have more important things to worry about than wondering about the future of the clothing industry. I'll be at the park soon, and I hope to meet her there!

Wrapped in a sheepskin coat, she sat alone on a bench. She was clearly cold, but her mind couldn't accept it, for it was occupied with something else. The girl was pondering the past, which, after all, had been reality so recently. She remembered how they used to come to the park together and sit on that bench. He would bring her cotton candy, and she would smile at him. He would say that for that smile, she could have everything he had. She laughed even harder. They both laughed...

He watched as snowflakes swirled around her bench. He watched as some of the ice crystals landed on her face, then quickly melted. He longed to be that snowflake! He even wanted to fly closer, but he noticed that as soon as he got closer, a shiver of cold ran through her body. He didn't want to cause her pain; he preferred to inflict it on himself, since he could only observe her from a distance.

It's wonderful to be a flower, because so little is needed for happiness. The sun warms my leaves, and then I feel alive. I feel everything inside me pulsating and pulsing. I know I could stay like that for the rest of my life. Being able to watch her every day from this windowsill makes me feel even better. Yes, I definitely love watching her. I wonder if she knows that?

She was sitting on the windowsill, looking out the window at the narrow street in front of the building. A group of children were running around, shouting and laughing. Children always do that when they're happy, especially when the sun is shining. She, too, was always happy when the sun shone and the warm rays fell on her face. All sorrows vanished, forced to give way to the blissful peace that enveloped her then. She remembered walking along that street with him. They would look into each other's eyes and smile at each other. They always smiled a lot... The peace vanished.

The leaves straightened and stretched, wanting to capture as many rays of sunlight as possible with as much surface area as possible. That's what an observer would say, looking at this flower without knowing everything. In truth, the leaves were directed towards her, wanting to be as close to her as possible. This flower had a life of its own, had its own reasons for existing.

It was wonderful...