Winter Reflections
The colors have changed. But, it is the same picture all over again. It feels like a scene from a different day. Leaning towards being, some artistic change. The painter has decided to make the same photo. But, had a different thoughts about the colors and settings. Or, if it is the designer's choice to make the last edits, making it seem like a different place.
Finally, the family has arrived to the park. It was not a long wait that he had. But, he always arrives early when they decide to go out. The park was their usual to-go-to place when they had no plans other than choosing to stay outside.
It was the beginning of January. He was wearing his heaviest winter jacket, and the weather still felt cold. He did not notice their car when it arrived. He is looking around and oddly, he is remembering the same place in the summer. It felt like he was standing in the same spot too. The white shiny snow is covering the whole ground this time. Everyone around is getting their stuff ready, either to stay or to leave. The kids are having a blast, he thought. Then, he said: "It is a wonderful thing when someone is looking at how kids enjoy the smallest things. How a simple game can make take away their whole attention and they become so focused. Forgetting everything that happened. Easy to say probably. But, really hard to do, as one grows older. It could be that happiness, is more related to being simple, living the moment and focusing at the "Now" rather than, "Yesterday and Tomorrow"."
He noticed his family coming towards him and all of these thoughts had gone and the only think that stayed on his mind was that, sometimes one can only reflect on life in the silent moments.
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What is told in this set of scenes carries the strength of the unrepeatable: the same park, the same family, but each instant transformed by time, by the season, by memory. Winter with its shining snow becomes the continuation of summer, and in the midst of that tension appears the reflection on childhood, on the capacity of children to give themselves completely to what is most simple, to a game, to a moment.
And then, when the family comes closer, all thoughts dissolve and only the certainty remains that life is thought in silences, in those moments when one pauses and discovers that happiness is not in yesterday nor in tomorrow, but in the bare presence of now. That gaze that stops at what is small and turns it into the absolute is what reminds us that to live is, in essence, to learn to be simple once again.
Thanks for the thorough elaboration. But, I don't think that I got all of what you're trying to say..
The comment I made earlier is a literary interpretation of your publication. One of the most impressive qualities of texts is precisely their capacity for what, in Literature, is called polysemy—that is, the fact that the same text can be interpreted in one way by one reader and in another way by another.
Oh, yes.. Somewhere between your text, I thought that it was like a sort of summary of my post.
Thanks for the kind words. It is something that I attempt to achieve. Which is keeping somethings open for the reader to take a side or, understand it differently.