A train station, equal to all train stations, and there he was.
It wasn't that late, 19 p.m. but he was rather sleepy, the day had been quite full, and work had been quite hard.
He got into one of those weird yellow and red trains, and it was kind of full. Found a place to sit, and scanned his bag for the computer.
Found his headphones and pressed play on Joni Mitchell's Blue. A smile ripped his right cheek, a neo-hippie in formal wearing, wasn't that something?
She was standing two meters away from him, got late to the train, and in a matter of two or three minutes there was no space left to sit. She turned her head and their eyes linked in a green brown explosion that lasted for a few seconds, embarrassed she looked away, but he was already jinxed. Her brown red hair was amazing, and the hair in front of her forehead warmed his whole day.
"Do you want do you want do you want to dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance on maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby, well come on" Mitchell sang in his ears.
And he just felt like getting up and sharing that song with her, but the formal side of him got the better of that impulse. Nevertheless he kept searching her with his eyes, but someone was now standing in the middle of their eye line.
The trains started moving, and it was already dark on the outside of the window, so apart for some street lamps there was not much that he could see… But, wait, reflected in the window he could see the inside of the train, and, he could catch a better view of her angular nose between her hair, completely hooked he couldn't stop searching for the rest of her face. She got a small notebook from her purse and inclined her head to read it, and he could suddenly see her small red lips, and her round chin. He never wished he could draw as much as in this moment, it wasn't like he was searching for romance or anything, but her really wanted to capture her beauty right here.
And surprisingly he wasn't over thinking, there were no ifs and buts in his mind, his imagination wasn't shooting out, the was only her brown eyes, her cute face, and that hand holding her cheeks making her look like a child. She looked in the direction of the mirror, once, right into his eyes again, but, without noticing him because of the reflection, ten or fifteen seconds later she did it again, as if she was really searching for that explosion again.
And it hitter him, he was finally living the moment, he was NOW, HERE, not tomorrow somewhere else, not yesterday in a similar situation with a different outcome, he was now, and that relieved him. Even after getting a job, getting his degree, getting his "priorities in check", he could still be just what was around him, not flying imagination not daydreaming, just accepting his life as part of the world, and that made him feel so pure, so happy.
He could finally be, and he just wanted to whisper that into her hear, "You made me realize I can live NOW".
That full almost red brown hair, those brown eyes, as deep as they come, that big light brown coat on top of her slim blue jeans… As cute as they come, as epiphanic as dreams.
"They won't give peace a chance, that was just a dream some of us had" Joni said…
"Stop complaining! Peace is here, peace is this realization Mitchell, trust me."
And there it was, the neo-hippie in him was back. In spite of the job, of the education, of the money problems and the grey…
Peace is a moment like that. Whatever they say, that is peace…
Peace is full hair, and deep eyes, thin calm voice, and hold back smiles, peace is Goldie Hawn when she was young…
Peace is an explosion, how ironic is that?
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