From the meanders of the mind, a memory escapes.

Blurry at first, it cristalizes, becoming clearer and clearer,

as the other thoughts dissolve slowly.

As the escape frees itself, it intensifies, becomes concrete.

And, radiating calmness, the memory rises up again.

The gentle spring morning,

the pure air,

the sinuous path,

the voiceless purr of the wind…

…from afar, the bells ring…