Synchronicity

My first attempt to writte short stories, connected with each other, that also can be read apart and still make sense. Anyway, it is an experiment. I do not know how it's going to unfold.

 

 

It is a beautiful day. Riding in my bluesky colour car, I feel like a butterfly fluttering somewhat above the road. The traffic around me is nothing less than a rythmic movement of little beings, inside a great body. Like cells in the veins of the Universe.

Everything looks so magic! Like a painting with wonderlight spread all over. The green along the way, sweetly embrace my eyes and the soft emotion om belonging to Mother Earth curls my lips in a loving smile. A smile that grows further than my mouth, to my face, to my eyes, like a wave of tepid water spreding to my chest, reaching every cell within.

I feel alive! And that, only, is a miracle of Joy. Don't ask me why...

It is just 8.30 in the morning, people hurry to wherever thay intend to go, and here am I, feeling on top of the world. For...no...reason!

Author's Note

My mother language is portuguese, my seccond language dutch and I love to dream in englisch. So...I apologize if I'm too "creative" in the way I use words. Feel free to place comments.

Reviews

[zainul]

It is a wonderful work.
Thank you Shandra.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I am Jealous :) ..... I wish I felt so good in the mornings lol ... I just hate to wake up , sleep never enough .... you pictured a very beautiful morning on here ... just to imagine that smile on your grinning face , make me smile with you now :)

[Wondering Mind]

Well, compared to the traffic-hell I go through here, yours seems to be like a heaven of sorts, or it just may be the way we look at things.
I apologize for not welcoming you to the site in my first review..So, welcome to the cafe :)