dream world

autumn

the Galaxy that lay before us started to swirl, the colours of sunsets changed into an autumnal wash of colours. A scene was being painted for us. Julian watched mesmerized by the colours that were dancing before him. The 'o' shape his mouth was making didn't last as he pursed his lips together and looked down. Of course he would rather share this beauty with his wife, with somebody he loved.

I held his hand, in a sign of comfort, and he squeezed my hand; he is the granddad that everybody wants, a fun and loving person who is up for jokes, but also has a sense of depth to him. Right now he's sad, and probably not sure what life will hold for him, whether it will greet him back, or make it painstakingly hard for him.

The colours now slow down and a scene emerges, another house lays before us, it's rusty and old, the age of the house is made even more clear through the surroundings, the elegance of the trees, the swift hum of the wind, a crisp autumn day.

"why, why am I here?" stammers Julian with a confused tone to his voice. I look at him with my own confused expression - I don't know where we are, or why we are here...

"I, I don't know, it's never happened before," these words are not comforting to either of us, but they weren't meant to be.

I know that the only thing we can do is go into the house, like I did with going to see Julian. we walked up to the house, which was made with planks of wood that were painted black. Julian shows surprising confidence as he goes and knocks on the door. We wait for a minute but nothing seems to be stirring from within the house; we enter.

The furniture that is there is minimal, and is covered with a layer of dust; the exact opposite to Julian's dream world. Walking around the house we see that there isn't much worth noting and that we aren't going to get any answers for why we are here, at least that's what I thought. Julian is standing at the dirty window watching the scene outside.

"Chrissy look, the leaves are falling, the squirrels are scavenging for food, it makes me remember."

"what does it make you remember?" I ask curiously.

" I remember what Grace told me, Autumn is the season of dying and being reborn, of cleansing the soul, for example, the trees, there leaves grow old and die, and fall, but once that tree is ready it will grow new leaves. Grace thought we were like that too. We grow through spring and summer and then autumn is the chance for change, for new beginnings."

so that's why we are here, the galaxy knows how to help Julian, how to change his mindset. he has to let go, before he can grow and move on.

Julian looks out the window still, but I can see the tear that escapes his grey eyes, that unbelievably still holds a light of warmth and maybe even hope.

Turning round he looks me in the eye and says,

"I have to let go of her."