It ties in with the happiest moments of my life as it was there to witness them.
I would like to help you see the images I see whenever I hear the songs.
Some of them feel very real, some of them are more abstract.
"The Hill"
They are walking slowly, hand in hand, their heads facing upward, on a hidden footpath that leads all the way to a gently lit hill. It's a captivating sight as the hill seems to be willfully overlooking everything there is with a tremendous sense of understanding and patience. Chilly grass that accepts the pair's footsteps on the path is bent down slightly, resting its blades among the vast sea of green as if it was a one great pillow. How long has it been since the last time someone treaded on the forgotten path? The hill is awaiting their arrival eagerly, having spent most of its life in perfect solitude. It seems to be inviting the pair, whose delicate steps now barely touch the enshrouded in gentle mist ground as they edge ever closer and closer to their desired destination. The distinguished night around them creates an impression of resting its mind, just for a bit, for a couple of seconds. Tiny yet significant seconds, droplets of time, falling down and forming lakes that surround the hill from all sides, connected both above and below the silent soil.
As soon as they enter the mysterious clearing atop of the peaceful hill, their surroundings start spinning suddenly yet seamlessly, making them look in awe at the dance of figures and shapes and colors. Trees joined in a grove have formed a circle around the clearing back in the times no one has any memories of anymore. Enormous trees with benevolent faces bow down and examine the pair keenly with hidden curiosity and silent kindness. Their gorgeous branches seem to be extending a warm welcome to the revered guests, at the same time expressing their joy caused by the unknown pair’s unexpected arrival. Or perhaps they were being expected? Marvelous leaves have sprung to life on the branches and began presenting their exquisite look of thousands of little mirrors with thousands of petite smiles reflected in each one of them.
Gentle summer breeze now fills the spaces between the pair and their welcoming hosts. Its silent whispers cannot be heard yet there is no denying their calming presence. The mellow air they breathe in has the taste of something grand yet something humble and modest and reserved exclusively for those two people in that exact place in their lives. A faint light shines shyly yet firmly upon the quiet clearing, leaving no room for unwanted shadows or doubt. It shows them what they need to see. It shows them who they need to see.
The moment they look up to the sky, facing the same direction, staring and observing the same space in time, the same place in the unknown universe makes them realize everything around them has slowed down to a crawl. They feel they opened a wonderful chamber of time beside time itself and they can carry it along with them wherever they desire. It’s their minuscule pocket of space they share where they can find each other whenever they want to. They become encompassed by tranquility and peace of mind as they feel an unbreakable connection, a profound bond.
They close their enamored eyes and open them again and look closely at each other. They can see delicate reflections of enchanting stars that circle slowly above them on the dark blue sea of a night sky. Their luminous faces are glowing with happiness and joy, mutual understanding and unmistakable sense of unity. Simple touch shared by their carefree hands becomes a subtle entity, standing both beside and inside of them. Simple touch they share makes them absorb the feeling they both share and the people they both are. They KNOW each other. They ARE each other.
They wish the beautiful night would never end. It won’t. It will live forever in their joined minds and it will calmly keep them and their hopeful worlds together in a caring embrace. They will never forget the hill and the hill will never forget them.
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