Da Ri Ra,,, Ra Ra Ri Ra… Pa Pa Ra Ri… Daaa Ri Raa…
She sips coffee from her new mug as this nostalgic music melts into her earphones. Whiteness of chill has covered the atmosphere in its blanket. The coy green leaves of trees around are afraid to flutter. Fog has fallen whitely, beautifully and piously. as it appears from her balcony on the second floor. The cold air of emptiness is churning her feelings down to a frozen impending desire. Pearls of separation slowly descend down her lower eyelashes, drop after drop.
A drop of nostalgia fell to take her to an hour ahead. In this hour of her own, she is the queen of her desire. She walks on the marble floored shipping yard to search him. He, who is headed to manage a whirlwind of Kingdoms. He, who is the king of kingdoms. She looks for him everywhere. She runs to counters, to gigantic ships, to yachts less visible in the fog above the frozen sea. He is nowhere. She is tired, she is lonely but a spark of hope, the unsaid presence of him keeps her going.
She stands near the sea against the winds to emptiness.
Tearing apart the white blanket of fog, a small boat appears cruising towards her. On the boat is, him, in his kingly attire, in her kingship of their kingdom. She smiles in delight. He comes towards her smiling. She could not wait and runs into him. She hugs him. Stealthily she looks into his twinkling eyes, his reddish white face and into a small cut of his upper lip towards the right end. Her king looked handsome as ever! He snugs her face within his warm hands and falls into a warm kiss. A warm kiss on her lips. She feels the warmth right there. She feels the sweetness right there. Only after tasting the sweetness of his lips, she realizes that she is still sipping coffee in her balcony of the second floor. Cold nostalgia chills her spine and the rosy winters appear empty once again.
Still, she smiles. Of the days that passed. Of the hour ahead. Of the time yet to come.