Magic spell
di Beatrice Fabbri
In the middle of the winter, the cactus was blossoming and the jasmine tree was asleep but not dead, branches were full of thick green leaves, apparently waiting for some warm but strong enough to stand at their place. She took time to watch the little things in her cozy balcony. This helped her to relax, to focus and to let go. Stop thinking, she often told herself, fixing things could be so tiring and useless. Better to breathe and let go.
She spent the afternoon summarizing her data to calculate if there were any chances to meet him in the near future.
If 25=10 included 5 as the nth degree, imagination could have a quite extensive space to offer chances. Imagination could be considered the variable × or what?
Do I have the right to call it imagination or fate? Imagination is part of me, fate is for all including me. She told herself while the cat was jumping off the chair softly, staring her down.
Also nine letters of the alphabet divide us, is this a sign? Nine cardinal trials to take to finally reach him? She took the cat in her arms and caressed him tenderly.
Needless to say, she had few data about him, his profile could have included the best and the worst and this was clear to her. More or less..
Her imagination was a like a wave motion, up and down, shaking her doubts, making her juicy than ever, willing to stop or to step forward for new adventures. No regrets, no complains, no overthinking. Exactly, what she was doing right now..how weird am I?
She laughed out loud and a moment after, she felt at ease with herself.
Letters and numbers composed the hypothetical frame to play all along the afternoon with the ghost of him, the unknown, charming guy she randomly met one month before. She knew very little of him if not nothing. Reason why imagination was so vivacious and creative to her.
5th degree to meet him somewhere, somehow, 5 the number of Harmony for Pythagoreas, could have been this the best magic spell to beat the winter chill ?
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