When I grow old...

.
My friend Jolie tagged me to play with my imagination and see myself oldie. Hehe! When I was a child I used to imagine me as a grown up, but I think I never passed my university years. I think I could see myself change physically, but we never know what life may bring.
So, let`s play a little!

The sun was leaving its lost beams caressing the sand. A glow of gold in corners and one could think a mine of that precious metal has raised from the earth. No shadows, no waves. The sea was quiet and in a dark turquoise.
It was warm, but a breeze was tickling the air with a smell of shells and plants. From time to time the breeze was scenting the air with a mix of a youthful laugh and the bird’s song.
Where the sand ended it was an edge of river stones and then a path that entered into the grove.
She was sitting in a lounge chair not far from the edge, but still keeping the water under her perfect sight. Her legs were bent a little from her knees to be fully covered under her dress. She was wearing a white simple dress tight at her waist with a girdle made of two broad ribbons. In her lap was resting a closed book with hologram covers, the newest fantasy on the market. She still preferred the old versions. A shawl, in a tent of very light blue, was covering her shoulders leaving her arms free from the elbows. Her skin looked wrinkled and cold. Her hair was tight in a simple plait falling at one side of the shawl. Her face looked fresh and serene. A touch of a smile was waiting to embellish her face. Her eyes twinkled absent and gazed at the horizon.
Near her a white table was holding a silver tray with an empty cup from which it hanged down a thread with a small label at its end. Closer to her side was a notebook with a lid like a screen repeating some drawings and messages.
She wasn`t paying attention to any of her closer surroundings.
Her thoughts were tracking her back, back to an age when she could barely speak. One by one shadows of the past came by turns in the mirror of her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes felt to her hands- she opened her palms and looked at the lines craved in her skin. She touched with her fingers from the right hand the lines in her left hand. She stopped at the bottom of the life line and smiled. Then she looked back to her right hand and compared the lines.
“So many lines” she thought. “So many experiences bad and good tracked in nowhere.”
But she was smiling almost to laugh.
Once, when she was very young, an old psychic has looked at her palms as well and told her she will travel and she will have many experiences. She did travel… a lot. She did see the beauty and the misery of the world. She searched, she found or she understood. And as much as she could she trapped it in quiet words.
A breeze of laugh reminded her of her descendents and she knew that they will not be her, they will not fallow, but a grain of her soul will be carried on enjoying the mystery of Earth life.
She gazed at the sea again. In the corner of her sight a young man in a white shirt with his pants turned up till his knee and empty feet, was hauling a rope to bring a boat to the shore. When he finished his work, he turned his face towards her. His hair was dark, and his traits very beautiful, but the brightness of the sun was covering his face leaving to the view just a smile and shining eyes of an indescribable color. He was waiting for her.
She stretched her hand to reach him or give him a sign, but the shadow vanished in a blaze of beams.
Her eyes almost filled with tears, but she kept smiling.
“See you in another life, my dear friend”
One hand in her lap, almost covering the image of the book, and the other felt down, her fingers touching the sand.
Not far behind, the angelic voice of her grand-children embellished the sun set.
“I`m sleeping in the cradle of the sky”

Note: Picture by ScutuStudios