The future in the past

I walked the path that I once loved. It used to be nicely groomed when I was little. The rose bushes with lush flowers, the weeping willows hanging low but not low enough to touch you. Walking the path up to the beautiful stone house felt like you were walking through a tunnel of plants. Now it looks unkept and overgrown. It smells earthy and damp. I walk a little faster, I feel watched but I know I am alone and it is just in my mind.

I finally see the house. It is still as majestic as it was back then. Tall and strong. The large windows abs cheminies, the big wooden door and the beautiful limestone. Oh how I love this house. I am now the owner of this beautiful estate as my grandfather left it to me.

Even though it looks tall and majestic it is so very cozy. I open the door and it looks just like I remember it is. The warm sun lighting up every room, the gleaming plank floors. The kitchen, the dining room and the living room all filled with sunlight.

I walk in the kitchen and put a kettle on f water on. I feel like tea. While I wait for the kettle to whistle I open the door to the backyard. Oh the view, it is a dream and has not changed. The rugged shoreline, the grey Atlantic Ocean and the smell of salt water. I can still not believe I call this my own. I will live here and will be able to see and enjoy this view every day. While I just stare into the horizon I wonder if Ceean still lives in the neighbouring house? He was my first love, my first kiss. We were little, just about 10 years old. Then I stopped coming for the summers as we moved too far away for me to come and visit. We wrote letters. In the beginning we swore our love would never change, then as we grew older the letters became less frequent and sadly eventually stopped. I wonder if he was still as cute as he was then.

The kettle starts to whistle and rips me out of my thoughts. I go inside abs take one of the thin porcelain cups that my grandmother cherished. I pour myself a cup of earl grey and let it steep. The peppery smell fills the kitchen. I can hear a heavy vehicle come up the drive way and I am hoping it is the moving truck.

After unpacking the last box and making my bed I feel like home. This is where I belong. The house is empty alone and I always wanted a dog again. I decide to take a drive to the city and look to adopt a dog. As I am leaving and driving down my driveway I was startled by a grey fluffy but dirty and skinny dog darting right in front of my car. Thankfully I did not hit the poor thing. I jump out of my car and there I am greeted by a wagging tail. I put the furball in my car and rush to the house. It’s cold out and I am glad I can start a fire quickly. I know now the dog is a girl and she is very friendly. I give her a bath and put her on a fluffy blanket in the living room where it is warm and cozy. Glad I did not leave as it now is starting to rain and fog is setting in.

After I fed my new house guest abs she is getting now cozy on the couch with me I am getting ready to curl up with a book and music. It’s a cozy night and I feel even better having her beside me. I am hoping she really is a stray as I am bonding with her and while trying to read my mind wonders off thinking what I could name her.

I wake up to a nudge in my face and as I open my eyes I look into the cutest brown eyes of my grey fluff ball. The sun is rising and softly covering the room. We fell asleep on the couch. There are still ambers in the fireplace. I get up and add a log. I take the dog out the front door for her business and as I wait for her I hear a car coming up the driveway. I don’t know who would come here but it clearly is coming to my house.

Out of the car jumps a very handsome young man, my age maybe a bit older. His hair a bit shaggy but yet groomed, washed out jeans and a grey cozy sweater. Bluest eyes I have ever seen, but I saw these eyes before. Could this really be Ceean?

“Emily, is this you?” “It is you Ceean!” my heart started pounding. We just stood and stared silently. A loud bark interrupted our silent stare. “You got her? I am trying for weeks to gain her trust and here she is with you? Someone abandoned her here.” Ceean said. “She is abandoned? Well she just found her home, right Sammy!” I was so excited.

“I can’t believe you are living here now.” Every word he said gave me butterflies. “Maybe we can see if we can restart our childhood feelings and see where it goes?”, he gently asked. All I could do was smile and invite Ceean in for a fresh cup of tea. Sammy was already perched back on the couch by the fire. I feel so content and happy right now. Looking forward to the future that might hold closer to the past than I thought.