Times of reflection

When the road is your friend

The night before has made her question. What was she feeling? Who was the one that saved her? Was it a man? Maybe a woman?

Maybe no one else but … herself?

On her way home, Dianne remembered something her grandmother had always said to her: “The little things are the ones that have the power to make us smile in every moment.” How true these words were and how rare she followed this advice! How was it that she’d forgotten to enjoy the life she had?!

She did not recall the last time she’d look outside the car’s window, except of course the times when she was the driver. Every once in a while, when she’d occupied the front passenger’s seat, she’d had a file in her arms or she’d be reading something. She would do anything to occupy her time in a productive way and not to waste a minute of her day.

The short, but relaxing road, with the soft music and the dim lights from outside, made Dianne lose herself between the people who were walking on the streets. Even though, physically, she was in the car, her mind wondered what would it be like to walk among them, with the soul open looking for something new and novel: an emotion, a smile, a powerful love, a strange chance. She remembered the feelings she felt while watching american movies – those movies in which the autumnal frames mingle with the air of change while the protagonists turn the impossible into a fascinating and much wanted possible.

“Life is a journey that must be traveled no matter how bad the roads and accommodations.” (Oliver Goldsmith)


“If you don’t take charge of your transition it is a dark and lonely road!”
(Brian Stann)

She raised her eyes by the height of the trees and saw the fallen crowns. October stripped the leaves from most of the branches, tainting the gloomy gray of the roads into cooper. One more image came into her mind, while leaning her head on the seat – she saw her younger self hanging around, staying in bed and looking outside the window. Her old room smelled delicious – a sweet vanilla scented candle was burning on her desk, while she savored a cup of hot tea. All this, being wrapped up in the warmest blanket she could find and writing in her diary. As a dream, the image of a page gave life to the feeling she already had deep inside her soul:

“Dear Diary,
I feel that today is going to be a very special day.
I am impatient and emotional about my future as I can sense that something great is going to happen! Something that I know in my heart it is going to be fantastic!”

6 Comments Add yours

  1. DD´s blog says:

    Very interesting post 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. larisaelenas says:

      Thank you for your comment. So glad you liked it. Sending you my best thoughts ☺


  2. Angela says:

    Oh so true! We need to enjoy what is around us … just like grandma said!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. larisaelenas says:

      So glad you liked my post and I am so grateful for your comment. Sending you my best thoughts!


  3. Lucrezia says:

    I enjoyed reading this post. Your writing is so compelling! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. larisaelenas says:

      Thank you so much for your words. Sending you my best thoughts!


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