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Yellow light is gleaming through the French window. I want to look outside; but almost blinded by the lurid sunlight reflected by the bright white and grey slabs of the terrace, I have to close my eyes for a moment. When I open them again and look around, I’m overwhelmed by all the green: The fresh bright green of the grass, the calming dark green of the surrounding hedge… Some bushes on the edges, in the shadows, and here and there a few blooming flowers, colourful dots in all these shades of green. And the huge, 20-year-old cherry tree, of course, whose branches stretch across almost the whole garden, like a roof sheltering and protecting those under them.
I step outside. How calm it is here. How peaceful. Almost unreal… A couple of great tit chicks are piping in their nest up in the tree. A blackbird flies over my head, as if flying was the easiest thing in the world. I smell the grass, the fresh air. The sun is shining on my back, gently, softly, warming me – not only on the outside, but somehow on the inside, too…
I close my eyes and take a deep breath – how good to be back home!
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© Falina, 2007
