Like in a Kaleidoscope.

A cold wind blew. Icy cold, even.

How is that possible at this time of year? The sand was scorching hot, and the sun blinding. I felt anxiety, a spinning sensation in my head. In my thoughts, you. Incredible longing, darting eyes, screaming: where is he???. He's not here, not there either, is it fate? Desperate, why?! /Cry? Scream? Stamp my feet? Lie down on the sand and erase the memories? *** In a moment, the August sun reminded us of itself. It's not that bad, I have you in my thoughts, in my heart, deep down... It's definitely some kind of sign, not today, not yet, but that doesn't mean never again! (...) The water was damn cold, not like it was a few weeks ago, the summer rain, the joy, what? Carefree, childlike, every moment returns, because it wasn't you I first discovered here [...] Busy thoughts, much, much better. And that smile? ///Dark clouds, suspicious glances, a moment of weakness, beautiful views, fear, uncertainty, surprise? What's happening? * Go there, faster, for the last time, don't be afraid, there's nothing to be afraid of, put all your fears in your backpack, go as if the world were ending today. Do you see him? He's approaching, it's him. Think that you have before you someone who has been talking to your dream every day for over a month, just like you could, only for a moment, and not at all shyly, as is usually the case, and that's a huge plus, you're making progress! You smiled, and good, you must have gotten something out of this (perhaps not entirely unlucky) day! | .Travel always makes me think, at least no one interrupted me this time. I closed myself in tightly and slowly, reliving every moment spent there. Willy-nilly, the most important question comes to mind: Will I ever see you again? Will our paths cross, even for a moment, for a moment, one tiny, tiny moment?

[Travel always makes me think, at least no one interrupted me, this time. I closed myself off tightly and slowly, reliving every moment spent there. Willingly or unwillingly, the most important question comes to mind: will I ever see you again? will our paths cross even for a moment, for a moment, one small, tiny moment? And again the fog (nothingness) came. //.it passed.