Spring is not an option.
The moment a new chapter of my life began, I paid no attention whatsoever. I remember vaguely my friend Vea handing me over a tiny yellow citrine on a green string, saying something like, 'You know how minerals and crystals and rocks are able to "read" and "store" information and stuff,' and I thought, 'No shit Sherlock, I should know cause my heart is made of one.'
That winter had been particularly long. We would joke about surviving the 3 usual months and getting rewarded with a bonus winter month for free. And then, on the last day of that extended winter, my estranged father, whom I hadn't seen for years, died of liver cirrhosis complications one day before I came to pay a visit. "He totally got away with it again," I thought. And 2 weeks prior to that, I found out my cat Anubis was dying of pancreatic cancer. My idea of going to Israel had no connection to any of that though. But I was catapulted out of the country by those things. "This is supposed to help materialize you wishes, to make your dreams come true," she said. On the next day after my father's death, I applied for a new passport in order to leave the country. On my way to the place, I was going through the street covered with snow wreaths that would start thawing and kinda going down as I was passing by, awaken, probably, by my steps. I knew, of course, that it wasn't my dead father trying to say something to me. It was the beginning of the spring that I couldn't and wouldn't feel. I thought that I would stay frozen like that forever, and I was wrong.
That winter had been particularly long. We would joke about surviving the 3 usual months and getting rewarded with a bonus winter month for free. And then, on the last day of that extended winter, my estranged father, whom I hadn't seen for years, died of liver cirrhosis complications one day before I came to pay a visit. "He totally got away with it again," I thought. And 2 weeks prior to that, I found out my cat Anubis was dying of pancreatic cancer. My idea of going to Israel had no connection to any of that though. But I was catapulted out of the country by those things. "This is supposed to help materialize you wishes, to make your dreams come true," she said. On the next day after my father's death, I applied for a new passport in order to leave the country. On my way to the place, I was going through the street covered with snow wreaths that would start thawing and kinda going down as I was passing by, awaken, probably, by my steps. I knew, of course, that it wasn't my dead father trying to say something to me. It was the beginning of the spring that I couldn't and wouldn't feel. I thought that I would stay frozen like that forever, and I was wrong.