The window to my imagination…
Woke up with the sun in my mind and the first thing I did was to run to the window and look outside being so eager for any traces of sunlight. It was still raining tough, and trees were looking so desolating under the rain that I decided to return to the sun from my mind, and, if outside was grey and chilly my mind will transform all this in the sunny day I was craving for. My window was not opening towards an autumnal day anymore, but it was opening towards the summer days of my imagination.
I was sipping my coffee bathing in the sunlight blinded by the waving shimmers of the sea.The salty smell of the sea was intertwined with the smell of fresh roasted coffee. It was not my kitchen in which I was staying in, but I was on a wooden deck of some taverna close to the beach. It was my moment of reverie in which all the scents of Greece were lingering around me.
There is a beginning and there is an end to every dream. My dream lasted until the last drop of coffee when reality took over. My window was same as always , opening towards an yellowish scenery, although, I could still hear the sound of the waves, and I was still there, somewhere on that beach, watching the continuous movement of the shimmering waters.
There are many kinds of windows opening before us, and some of them are the one opening towards our memories..