Woolgathering

I was at the window, looking at the snow that was falling and giving a nice colour at the floor: white is so more beautiful than grey… Of course, my thoughts weren't only on the colour of some snowflakes… I was thinking at the guy who had to come here to meet me… I didn't really know him, but I felt he was someone very special and full of candour.

2:00 pm: the hour of the rendezvous, nobody.

2:30 pm: still nobody

I began to think that I would never see him go up the stairs. But suddenly, a hand on my shoulder made me jump…

"- Hi Mary! Oh! I'm sorry, I've surprised you!

- It's just that I didn't think that you would have arrived by this side… What's new? How are you?

- Fine! And you? You seem sad, is all okay?

- Yes… I think…

- Not sure?

- No… In fact… As you've asked the question… Maybe I can…

- Tell me what saddens you! You want us to go somewhere else? Perhaps we could go to the cafeteria, take a chair, a cup of tea and speak together of your worries?

- It's a good idea…

- So, let's go!"

Some minutes later, we were drinking our tea, or rather his tea and my coffee, and chatting of my "life" ; not of what made me be sad, but why I have never drunk a cup of tea…It must seem ludicrous, but in fact, it was a little what I hoped. Not exactly the conversation on "to drink or not to drink tea", but a conversation which didn't remember me my problems.

He staid with me a great moment, we have finally dealed with my feelings, but not too long, it was a subject so boring…

We have laughed, I have cried, he has listened me, I have finished his cup, he has finished mine, we have become accomplices, not friends, it's quite different.

I would remember a moment like that for a long time

I would love this to be more than a dream...