A Call

Sunlight trying eagerly to reach down to a lonely earth left beneath confused trees trapped among skyscrapers or shall it be a chilly breeze at a moment you least expected it. It is always like the effect of green painting all over gray when you suddenly discover a tiny plant trying to overcome the hard of the asphalt and responding to spring right in front of where you stepped with your left foot.

Always a Call of one sort or another...

Or maybe it is the moment to realize that the call can no longer be ignored?

Then it is hesitation, volunteering to be the first one jumping to conclusions. It is the fear of decision taking over and the wish, not to have heard the call. Memories and dreams are next in the line, along with confusion, self confidence, determination, expectations and then again hesitation.

One single moment of silence

helplessness...

The one moment

to realize the pain, the justification of all fear, the empty prints of loving hands and loved glances on a narrow path leading to a destination yet to be determined.

It is the very same moment to know that the Call will always be there, one only for you.