2/02/2016

Snow story...



I was woken up by rain. It was dropping to my face and I tried not to wake up. After some time I surrender and went to get some coverage for our faces to be able to felt a sleep again. 
Somebody called me from the balcony and I came out. Instead of balcony there was a road covered with wonderful shine - creaking snow. Some happy strangers in warm clothes passed by. Near my window was standing my young and beautiful mother and smiling to me. I was naked and felt nice frost by my skin but I was not frozen. I cam to her and breath with warm air on my frozen window to melt ice and to look inside. Inside was a fir-tree covered by snow. That's surprised me. I expected to see rain...


Afterwards my mother showed me old black and white photos of my childhood which I never had. On these pictures I saw mother looks like she never looks. My beloved uncle, looks like I never saw him before. Myself, little girl with toys which I never played. I looked on the flat of my childhood where I never lived. To the street in the window, belongs to the city and country which I never knew before. But all this knowledge was so native to me that after I waked up and looked to the clean Moscow sunrise I was not able to realize which of the past is more real...


And after was a flash of understanding. And everything became clear and simple. And I realized that there are no accidents in my life - everything is consistent and necessary. And I need everybody whom I meet as well as they need me. And for a second I felt myself endless solid in all my eternity multidimensionality. And it was wonderful...

Sweet Dreams for you...