Sometimes I wake up from having lavender dreams

Sometimes I wake up from having lavender dreams. In these dreams I am on that island, surrounded by fields of lavender which fill all the air around with sweet spicy fragrance. I am breaking fragile flowers stalks, collecting the sweetiest bouquet for you. I tie it with a beautiful violet ribbon. The aroma of

Youth

Beauty

Fragility

Late July

Love

I'm in love with you, I'm in love with Nature, I'm in love with life. Then it was time to run home and hide from the rain. Perfect summer afternoon blessed by nature. I cherish the being itself. Drops of water, open windows, sound of rain, books, tea, berries bought at a local market. I know now how lavender smells under the rain and at summer heat. I know now how it feels to live in a small town close to the nature where everything around inspires you up to the highest extend. Serenity, life how it is, without rush, headaches and missed calls. I wanna come back so badly. 

Sometimes I wake up from having lavender dreams. But recently dreams, past and reality are so closely intertwined that I am not sure where I belong now. Where am I? In a room saturated with fragrance of dried lavender flowers, in a room with drops of pure rain on the window glass and fresh berries on the sill? How long is it going to last? Please don't let me wake up in a cold gray city so far from nature and serenity, from soulful thoughts and inspiration.

Sometimes I wake up from having lavender dreams. And then I realize that there is not me who belongs to the past but the past that belongs to me. It won't run away, hide or disappear. And I am always welcomed there.