The footprints in the sand led to…

The footprints in the sand led to nowhere. They didn’t lead. It was raining. I wasn’t fast enough. The footprints vanished. I was in impasse, overwhelmed by the vast ocean. The droplets accelerated. Everything was tranquil/ the tiny tingles, of the colliding ocean and the droplets, sang a song of euphoria. Why was the sky crying?

The footprints in the sand. I lost them. They vanished as furiously as they appeared. Unfortunately, I can not rewind time. Unfortunately, I can not return the irreplaceable. It’s impossible to replace the present by the past. Why impossible? Who cares! A few months ago Max left. He popped up in my life, like the virus-alert, just like the footprints. Unpredictable. He was an intruder. Max misbalanced my life, when entering. He also did, when leaving. Vanished like the marks on the sand. He seeped like sand through my fingers. But once the sand is gone, it’s gone. There’s no point in collecting the particles. I got used to that repetition. I will smile, not frown. My heart is the one to cry: I know it will bear it. God never sends us impossible missions. God never e-mails us senseless messages. The footprints in the sand vanished. Well, so what? I will imprint new ones myself. The direction, in which they will lead, depends on me.

The footprints in the sand led to future. Towards her. Her name is Arina. She is my future. She was my angel, who haunted but also guarded me. Arina drew the footprints. They vanished? So what! I don’t need them anymore. I have a hand that holds and guards me. I have a shoulder to lie upon. I have the eyes to reply on my questions. I have Arina!

Now I know why the weather stormed. The sky was crying because it had lost its most beautiful angel. This angel is Arina. Arina, who had come to me.
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