Stories from the other side

The Cottage

The stay at our cottage is always my favorite part of the holidays. The great feeling of freedom while running around the lake which is in front of the house. Or being lost in the world of music the whole day while I play my guitar. It's like my second home. But when I was sixteen, something horrible happened; we had to sell the cottage. After the news, I cried through three sunsets. The same summer it was my last time there. Seeing all those boxes with my stuff, was painful. Our cottage looked so different without the furniture and decorations.

It was an evening, when I saw my guitar next to the door to my room. I absolutely forgot about it when I was packing my stuff. I grabbed it to take it to the car, because we were leaving tomorrow. But when I left the inside, I saw the most beautiful sunset I've ever seen. Instead of going to the car, I went to the bench that was facing the lake. The sunset was even more beautiful from there. When I sat down, I opened the case and took out the guitar. Without any thinking, I began to play. And I didn't stop until it was totally dark.