Time Travel

They say when you see something- it changes.

As Summer sings for the last dance, I soon realised I am almost Autumn with a touch of frost in my hair. I had been so busy travelling through time and space that I did not notice I lived through an eternity of my memories and their stories, all afforded to me from the comfort of my arm chair. Every day, as a ritual I brew the same coffee but with a different taste-only to realise it has been my mood. Strangely, it adds nuance to Life that has been still but incredibly engaging.

Today, I saw myself in the looking glass and noticed all the trails I had taken- through mountains and valleys, oceans and deserts. There were freckles strewn across the cheeks like stars guiding a wandering traveller seeking stashes of buried treasure and the hands had rough edges from all the digging.

They say when you see something it changes- from the confines of my home, I saw all these doors and I knew I was seeing something that I had not seen before.

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I used to walk by a road that led to a little park. It was a quiet road, a long winding road on whose either sides- inhabited quiet, solemn…