I had to take her back home. We had been in a five-hour traffic jam before arriving at her house. Unfortunately, there was a collision between two cars. The police was investigating, so we had to wait. It must have been a tremble accident! I didn’t even look as I drove past the scene. I imagine someone might have lost a life in that accident. “That was crazy.” I muffle. “Did you like it? I meantime the whole arrangement. Outdoors, talking and eating under a shade …” I ask with a smile. I am parked in front of her house, playing with a paper boat. “I had a great time. I am tired and worn out. I need a cold shower and a nice hot meal.” She states casually. “It has been a long day. I feel exhausted,” I confess openly. She lives in a quiet neighborhood. One can hear a footstep from a distance. 

I can vividly see a full moon through my mirror. And the stars shine bright in the sky. One of the stars is luminous and giant: quite beautiful and captivating. “Looking at the sky?” She asks. ” Yes… It’s a beautiful evening.” I look steadily at the brightest star that twinkles like a crystal. “If only life could be simple like that star: I would be content. I will be happier. More fulfilled and less frustrated.” I vehemently assert as she stares in disbelief. “Why are you being so hysterical?” She asks me. “I yearn to see clarity. To lain on my own and survive through turbulence. I detest for any man to see my weakness. If only my intelligence wouldn’t let me down.” I state worriedly. She quietly stares at me with curiosity. 

Trying to make sense of the conversation.

Does she think that I am losing my mind? I wonder! “You seemed overwhelmed, caught up in a maze of emotions and ambition. Get ahold of yourself. Let nature take its course.” She says. “Is that all you got from my words?”I question. “You seemed to be worried. Why should you be so worried? “I have poured my heart out to you. I am relieved.”I admit. “Alright then, I should be going. Good night.” She opens the car door and leaves. I sit and watch her enter her house.

©joeln