Unicorn

There was an aura, something around her moves that made her shine differently among the people.

You couldn’t really guess her age but you could definetely see her soul was young.

I liked to watch my beautiful stranger jump on the morning train every day standing there with eyes semi closed.

I only had 4 stops to admire her long slender figure and gentle gestures, her liquid eyes painted like dark almonds; the rest of her face was covered by a face mask like everyone else’s.

Every morning I dreamt to talk to her; fantasy made my admiration way more interesting than any embarrassing further move. Liverpool Street Station is not the ideal stop where you can talk to someone right before being spat out of a busy train.

That morning I was late, deprived of sleep and not expecting anything from another random 9 to 5 day at work. She jumped on our unbelievably packed train; in a few seconds her deep liquid almond eyes were silently staring at me, I moved my suitcase and she was there, right there beside me.

What I had imagined for so long was now real and I could feel my face getting pretty sweaty under the mask.

The sudden disruption of the train had everyone freaking out except me and her; spending some more moments beside my unicorn was pretty satisfying and she looked pretty much unbothered too. I’ve always been good at sensing people’s energy and this girl’s presence was like an the ocean. I could feel her every thought, a pot of kind drowned emotions and a glimpse of ancestral feminine flowing water vibing all around her.

She took her notebook and wrote :

“$20.000 ?”

then moved quickly leaving the small black notebook on the seat jumping off the train; I grabbed it and ran out to find her. I could only see her speeding among the people like a wave of light so I ran faster to catch her from the upper stairs.

- This might be yours ? I whispered

Her grateful eyes were the most amazing sparkling sight for that random grey morning. She took her face mask off a bit to pronounce a magic “thank you “in a soft yet raspy voice. I could finally see her face fully after all this time; her tender smile made my heart melt like butter in the sun.

She had to wait twenty minutes for the next train so she offered me a coffee to thank me. I don’t drink caffeine but I agreed and in less than 5 minutes I was drinking black coffee fearing a heart attack while floating on thin air.

My beautiful stranger was a composer and a music researcher struggling due to the pandemic indeed looking for a daytime job.

I asked her what direction she was taking that morning; she was roaming around the City to create an album called Real Life -19 recording nature sounds and human voices to witness the surreal times we were living.

I already loved her but these last info made my upper lip tremble to understand this girl was coming from another galaxy.

I was clearly living the best thirty minutes of my entire year.

-Can I come with you while you record sounds and stuff ? my mouth releasing naturally out of the blue;

- No thanx it’s...

- Ok... why not ... Let’s go.

I could barely feel my feet and hands and it was not because of the London morning icy wind it was the power of manifestation that suddenly made my average day look like a miracle.

I quickly texted my boss saying I was off, switched off my phone and followed her.

She opened up a bit telling me she moved from the US five years ago to start a new life in the UK, she needed a certain amount of money to rent a studio to work on her projects and I felt like a thief of her private thoughts as I already knew the precise amount she needed; as we walked out of the station I saw her black notebook on the ground again thinking with a smile she was really losing it everywhere.

- It’s not mine ...

she said showing hers in the bag;

we looked at each other rapidly and as she opened the little notebook I could see all pages were immaculate, ready for a new hand to touch them.

Right in the middle there was a £ 20.000 signed check with the nicely handwritten words “for someone’s dream”.

Spacetime and magic were perfect as all the pearly tears flowing down her face.

We stood there hand in hand while my heartbeat spoke to my soul.

-Lord ! You don’t even know her name yet...

Too much gratitude for my heart on a grey London morning.

No more words no more gestures.

At times silence is the most powerful language.