The Escape by Daria Yakunina

It was an escape from
the daily routine. It was the escape from the people who surround me day by day. It was the escape from the constant rush. It was the escape from myself.
I was sitting in the train looking through the dirty window in order to distinguish the outlines of the mountains. The dazzlingly white blanket had wrapped the surface long time ago and the cold fresh winter wind seeped into the carriage from all the window slots. An absolute relief absorbed my soul and mind that finally was totally free from the irritative thoughts.
Next morning I woke up, opened the curtains and went blind because of the sparkling snowflakes that slowly went down from the sky hiding the rest of the faded grass. I was staring at the total purity that swallowed me more and more every minute. Finally when I stepped into the huge snowdrift I realized that I smashed all the remains of the negative energy that was thoroughly filled by the city at that moment. I was walking along the narrow path which was already trampled down by several passers trying to merge into the nature serenity. I had just one day to charge my strength in order to deal with all the issues I`d left.
That day was definitely the most childly I had for the last years. I played snowballs, fell directly into the snowdrifts, caught the snowflakes with my tongue, sculpted a snowman and laughed out loud so much that hardly heard my own echoes. It seemed that I turned back to my childhood inside since the unadulterated state of happiness I felt. No high-rise buildings and eternal traffic jams, no deadlines and commitments, no noise and negativity. There was just the silence reflected by the sound of falling snow.
However, unfortunately that was not the one-way trip. The city gradually began to pull me to itself with the invisible rope. Though I had to come back to the reality from the mountain`s fairy-tale, I perceived it with an absolute tranquility. These dazzlingly white landscapes and the melody of the silence finally made my external and internal world harmonious. It was not escape from myself. It was the plunge into my innermost content.