Journey to a Wistful Evening

Let's go on a visual trip.

It is an alternate reality. You are home on a late afternoon. You are sitting on a little bed attached to the windows. The view of the backyard is a refreshing mix of steel blues and calm greens. The trees sway their hands to the slow song at the concert of the wind. You deeply breathe in the cool air.

Time is moving slowly.  It's just you and the nature. You fix your gaze on a large tree standing in the corner created by the fence. It is mesmerizing. It has the prettiest blue flowers playfully dotting its mint green leaves.

But you awaken from your relaxed brooding when you spot two legs dangling from a particularly large branch. Scanning through the leaves, you realize someone seems to be enjoying the weather just as much as you.

Now think of a person you admire. As you step outside through the kitchen back door, the stranger morphs into the physical form of that very person. However, here you do not know them. Yet.

They radiate another worldly energy as you walk closer and closer. 

"Having a good time?", you ask them. 

But they seem to be lost in conversation with their own self. They have a certain disconnection to their external surroundings and their voice keeps drifting back to the land they came from.

"You should eat", they blatantly declare. Smoothly descending from the tree, they beam right at you. They simply spoke their thoughts, you realize. A strange stranger.

But you trust them. There's a soothing light about them. Somehow, you know they are your well-wisher. They did suggest food and you love food. Besides, it began to rain wildly. So you decide to let them inside. 

Walking back in feels nice. A sense of safety envelops you because you are protected from the  rainstorm raging outside.

"I was thinking hot chocolate will go beautifully with this weather. Adding a pinch of chilli would bring a nice kick at the back of the throat. And I can make excellent cream cheese sandwiches. Do you have jalapeños?"

Whoa. They just named every item in your fridge! Your slow day isn't so dreamy anymore.

They seat themselves on the kitchen counter, directing you in a detailed manner.

"Cut the jalapeños diagonally, it tastes better that way. Do be generous with the cream cheese. Look, it's not evenly spread in that corner, there."

You take a seat on the dining chair and bite into your sandwich. 

The soft cream cheese together with the juicy jalapeños turns out to be the most perfect combination. The cheese immediately provides relief to the sharp hit of the pepper and the spiciness in turn adds a fun element when the cheese gets bland.

You down the hot chocolate in big mouthfuls. It is just the right consistency and the roasted marsh mellows have never been so satisfying.

Your companion eats the meal slowly, savouring each bite and every sip, swinging their legs.

Abruptly, they say, "Thank you. I'll come back again" and walk out.

And you go back to your window side bed and listen to the thunder until it gradually lulls you into a light sleep.