Warm summer night... Railway station... Silence... Two bags and a jacket, just in case. No one around... Ticket offices, only one window lights. A nice young thoughtful woman...
Not knowing how to ask, I'm starting to tell ...
Our garden is very big, and there are trees in it. The trees are high and spreading, there is an arbor under them, it is good even in the heat, and the wind is walking through it. After dinner we sit there, talk and drink lemonade, a real lemonade ... from lemons. And the children run around the garden, play, laugh ... Then, I go to the house, climb the stairs. The rails are smooth, wooden, the steps are wide, strong ... I love this ladder. And at night, in the dark, and with my eyes closed, I can walk on it, I know it, I feel it as myself ... There is my workshop at the very top... There is a table in the center, there is paper on it, paint, a number of canvases ... The smell of creativity, freedom, happiness ... The windows are almost the whole wall, they come out on four sides. They are always open. Air ... Air is everywhere. Freely enters, easily leaves, brings something, carries something... Whispers, listens ... There is a sea in one window, I adore it. There is a forest in the other, the grass is soft in it, and the damp earth smells. I like to run around it, and just wander. In the third window - mountains, they call me, I often go to them. And in the latter window- the city is. Old... Stone houses, cobbled streets. And there are meadows outside the city, meadows ... to infinity, until they meet the sky...
I fell silent, and the woman in the window of the ticket office continued to look out beyond the city, into these vast meadows ...
- So you need a ticket home?
- Well, yes…
And she began to type something, and then ... she gave me a ticket :)
