but we have not traveled half a way yet. I felt light vibrations of the wheels running along the road, hurrying to bring us to the sea. I was comforted by a stunning landscape, which gradually has been dissolving in the darkening light of the sunset. Green trees were replacing bushes, bushes - flowering meadows. The smell of herbs penetrated through the open window and I felt peaceful. Jim mumbled something under his breath, and I could hardly make out his words. Jim adores music, even too much. I remember how firstly met him. He stood with the guitar fingering the strings tenderly. Yeah, he was a romantic one, perhaps that mystery thing hooked me. Sitting in a retro car`s seat and I was looking at him – he became in a new way so dear to me. The horizon was barely visible ahead and our car speed up to 120 km per hour.
Suddenly I heard smooth melody that seemed to be familiar and that I did not expect to hear in Jim's playlist. During five years living with a musician, I got along with amount of songs, but that one was another, it got from earlier times. It was challenging to recall what exactly it was until the solo guitar made a thrilling soft sound and Pink Floyd`s soloist started singing. I was struck by lightning in the head when I refreshed my memories about that day when I was the same as now sitting in the car, and driving far from home. That day was a day of lost. That day was a day of changes. No one understands me now, even Jim. People usually do not.
I did love, too much. And “Wish you were here” is the only one that knows it.
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