It was 8.20 pm. I sat at the dining table waiting for her to come. The garden was with covered with fresh snow and brightened by the glow of the outdoor lamps.
A message reached me a few seconds ago saying that she would be a bit late. We hadn’t seen one another for months. The connection between us, was it still there?
We had been pen pals since November 2016. Certainly not the traditional way involving pen and paper, but extra long messages we exchanged on Messenger. Was handwritten letter really something belonged to the past? It was such a delight to picking up a long-awaited letter from the post box.
We had disscussions about books, films, writing, family and cultural issues. We never lacked topics.
The connection between us somehow weakened a few months ago. I was concerned.
Leaning against the window, I watched the snow flying wildly, thinking and waiting. So she came, walking slowly alone the road with her footprints left behind. The snow found its way to every tiny corner. It was so overwhelming.
A warm hug and smile said more than words. It was all very reassuring. The connection restored at that very first moment.
Sitting in a corner of the sofa and sipping the black tea, with our legs covered with the warm wool blankets, we let our thoughts fly. The various themes jumping back and forth, so loose, so connected, in such a gentle and smooth way.
Gradually, my brain was going over to a slow motion mode, it required longer response time. The same pattern occurred to her and then we glanced at our phones. 01.27 am it appeared to be. 5 hours of conversation passed, like a flow of river, so effortlessly.
At the doorway, again, a warm hug and smile was being offered and then received. The connection strengthened.
I waved to her, and she to me before she disappeared at the end of the road. Her footprints were left behind, so was her smile. The heart was overwhelmed by the warmth and joyfulness. And the gratitude.
I went upstairs, waiting. A message arrived. She has reached home, safely.
Time for bed now, eventually. Turning off the light, I was embraced by the darkness, not completely dark I noticed. The snowflakes were dancing still, in such a magical way. So silent, so beautiful. Like a dream.