I stopped then on the road, don’t know why exactly, my mind blank and my eyes fixed on the ground. I couldn’t move.
What was I hoping for? To see a rainbow? By looking down?
The wind swam past me and I heard it quickly whisper something, I didn’t get the message. Split seconds passed, then I finally looked up and straight.
Before I could realise, I had crossed the road and now was walking on an old worn out footpath. Grey surroundings didn’t overwhelm me, how could it? But a marigold did, how couldn’t it?
Marigold standing alone with yellow, orange, red coloured joys looked real. I became the part of the background and the marigold became the centre.
I was jealous, why did I take this journey?
The sun rays fell on the chosen one and the Marigold shone bright, beamed its joy. It communicated to me, but how… why?
I smiled for no reason. Marigold nodded at me and I foolishly raised my hand to say ‘hello’.
Fool I made of myself, and still I liked that feeling. In that shared moment I changed.