She decided to take the trail to the lookout. After some initial stairs, the path crossed a private garden and then continued straight through some bushes.
She was looking down at the ground when everything turned red. The red had yellow spots and it covered the brown soil as an ancient Persian carpet. On the soil, lines. Wooden lines were creating a pattern similar to the neural cells' system. She took a picture of that wonderful organized mess. Her eyes followed those lines until those lines forced her to look up.
He was standing in front of her. The first thing she noticed was that he had one eye only. That one eye was closed in a sort of winking or suspicious expression. She bet the look he was giving depended on the inner feelings of the one staring back at him. A sort of mirror. The eye seemed to be a scar from an old cut he must have received, a scar that later healed in a winking (she was feeling good about herself) expression. The nose was just a shadow on his face and the mouth was probably another healed wound, whispering her “Don’t tell anyone you saw me”. On the top of his forehead, contrasting with the blue sky above him, there was an explosion of green and red. In all directions, up, right, left. For several meters. She fell in love. Immediately. She felt she could not move. She knew she had to keep going, but she could not. She couldn’t help herself from staring at that closed eye. At that explosion of red and green. At those lines drawing a perfect mess below her feet. One of the most beautiful and captivating creatures she ever observed. That tree became special to her. She touched the main trunk close to where she could see his nose and up, around the winking eye. The leaves were so intensively green. They were feathers ready to lift the tree and make him fly. The red flowers were all over, with very sharp edges cutting through the blue of the sky and the green of the feathers-leaves. Some of them were fully open, others just blossoming. They were falling down continuously, creating a velvet floor. The outside part of the flourished blossoms were yellow brush strokes decorating it. The roots below intertwined in a complicated but very clear pattern. She sat down on them and contemplated the tree for a long while. In silence, with the red flowers falling on her and around her. She felt blessed. She fell in love. She wanted to talk to the tree, even if that was beyond any rational behavior. She was feeling ashamed for such a childish wish. But the tree was already listening to her thoughts.
When she stood up, the color of the sky was changing. She felt guilty while going away. So, she went back, she left her rationality behind, she said ‘thanks’ out loud to the tree and hugged him tightly.
Then, she promised herself, she would have never ever spoken about that to anyone.
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