ArchiveXYZ: abril 2015

AGELESS

On that morning the wind arrived on tiptoes, the same is to say, he arrived blowing soft breezes one after another. The previous day had been very hard.

During the whole morning he had been pushing white, grey and dark blue cloudy castles to the North. There had been quite a storm. It was his task to arise storms from now and then, it was a part of his nature that not even himself understood. That was a heavy distressing task that always left him without energy for big travels or adventures of his own. Close to sunset he still concentrated on the much more inspiring job of gathering thin long clouds in front of the sun to paint them in a sweet pink-orange colour. And if that wasn’t enough, when the Moon rose behind the mountains he blew all the clouds around her to allow the moonlight to kiss the sea and the wet sand below. Only then, he found the time to join the persistent cloud in the usual place. He was trying to rest a little, behind the mountains, when the new day was already rising.

The persistent cloud felt his presence getting nearer much before he saw her. She was floating very low, close to the top of the trees, pinning drops of life and light on the new leaves.

Watching him approaching that way she thought to herself that probably he was just being cautious, just in case there was another unexpected phenomenon to leave him dizzy and confused as it happened with the Moonsun Day. Somehow she felt the need of doing something to tranquilize his spirit. So she went even closer to the ground, disappeared for some moments in the middle of the blooming trees and returned with a peaceful smile in her eyes.

— Good morning, principessa! It seems you are feeling well and happy… In other day that simple fact would make me feel well and happy too, but not today… Today I feel completely weak and helpless… It seems I haven’t enough strength for this job anymore… it seems I’m getting old… Perhaps I should think about retirement… — he said with a sad expression in the eyes.

— I wouldn’t say so at all, restless rider. There are good and bad days for everyone. I saw you very tired many times before and then I saw you full of life and energy again. It’s just a bad moment, I have no doubt about that. Besides, we are not people, we are just natural things. People get old, they come and go, they change a lot and they die. The simple fact that you are just a natural thing should be enough to make you feel well and happy. And your task isn’t exactly work, is a succession of acts of creation and recreation. Everything would be much more static without you. It’s endless, I know and it’s precisely because of that that I know that you aren’t getting weak or old. You are “old” since always because, just like me, you are here since the beginning and you will be. — She concluded with a very reassuring tone.

Her words had a tranquilizing effect. He looked over the sea and around and his eyes began to shine again. He stretched his long arms and exclaimed:

—I suppose you are right, this is just a bad moment, I just need some rest and I’ll feel like new again. It happened before, it will happen again. I have a suggestion… The most of the times I don’t know exactly why I am blowing the way I do. I just feel impelled to do it and I do it. Then, many times, I ask myself “Why did I do this?” I look at the flowers’ petals scattered on the ground, I see the birds protecting themselves in their nests, I see the sharp waves destroying the sand castles, I hear no voice except mine… I even see you hiding from me… and I can only ask “Why did I do this?”… My suggestion is that each time you see me blowing like mad, tell me to stop, tell me to rest, tell me to blow softly, more with my soul than with my lungs… I really can’t control my breathing the most of the times… Tell me to stop, remember me that I’m just a natural thing among natural things… This way I’ll save my energy for more auspicious breezes…

— Restless rider, I think this is the first time that you ask anything from me… But I don’t have to do anything… you must do it by yourself, knowing that I’m always here… Only you can do it… And to make you remember that I’m always here I have a gift for you… flowers from the old and new trees. Keep them in your pocket, you’ll see they won’t wither as long you don’t forget they are in your pocket… — she said tenderly, finally showing what she had collected and had been hiding behind her back. — These are ageless flowers, natural things, just like you and me…

The wind admired the flowers for some moments, then he put them in his pocket and embraced the persistent cloud. Finally he said:

— Let this day be a new day, let the petals live in their flowers, let the birds fly freely, let the waves be gentle with the dreamers… Let’s walk along the beach. Today I’ll simply rest and feel and we’ll do it together…

Even the sun was happy with such decision. The luminous woman, the little bird and the tiny ant, who were enjoying in the Island of Stars, watched them walking peacefully and they smiled as if that beautiful moment was the work of their own souls.