Reveries

As the wind flapped on her face, she smiled beguiled at the passing trees. Even though, it was a rather baking evening the windows of the car were pulled down and her head was almost out of it. Her red scarf was blowing into the torrent breeze, half in and half out. She didn’t care. She loved the wind touching her cheeks, the setting sun playing hide and seek in her eyes and her tousled hair tangling itself into a mighty knot. Let the scarf blow away, let the world see, let the tan lines begin, but she didn’t care.

A slow bustle of a beautiful melody was playing in the background. Her fingers were casually tapping along with the beat. Her mouth was slightly open as she hummed an exquisite tune. She was thinking of the sea and the sand. She was thinking of mountains and rains. She was deliriously oblivious of everything but her dreams. Wide awake, she dreamt of dancing fires in cold winter nights, the fizzled slow talks of near ones and the first sip of an old wine. Her mind was her spring and was a flurry of hazy scenic memories.

Her slow hum leisurely turned into a throaty voice. She piercingly sang a song about white fairies with rosy airs floating in their golden garments and searching for their lost love. She sang of terrible loss and joyous hope. Her voice was painfully raw and stunningly captivating. She kept at it until she felt tears of bliss stringing down. It was an accomplishment in itself watching her perform at her truest self. No one was allowed to see the real her. No one was allowed to see her biting and intertwined emotions of joy and sorrow together. That striking moment was her alone. It was as if in that very moment she found herself. A lost maiden returning home after a long day of finding her way back.

Her life was simple. Simple felt glamorous. Simple felt fragile and warranted fortification. And with lazy songs and the fading sun, with the wide roads and the sky filled with orange hue, her spirits lifted and became her personified companion of exhilaration. As she got closer to her destination, her excitement piqued. As she got nearer, her breathing shifted. As she was on the verge of her final stop, she woke up. She woke up, having dreamt the best dream of her life.