Traces of Time

Amidst the drizzle of raindrops, there was a slender fingered hand that welcomed the droplets. Gathering them deliberately to feel the chill that accompanied the wetness against the skin.

Chill. It made the body shiver slightly. But in truth, there was no intention of moving from there.

To stand still. Allow the rain and the wind that accompanied it to bring even more coldness.

For she needed to see with her own eyes. The shape of the promise that the universe would fulfill. That there would always be a time for every moment.

There is a beginning. And there is an end. And for the chill that pervades now, it will end. Replaced by the returning warmth.

Then she realized that the last raindrop had just fallen into her hand. No more drops to follow.

The rain had stopped. So did the wind that accompanied it. So, it was the perfect time to raise her head.

To look far into the distance. At the clouds that had appeared dark before and were now gradually fading. The gray color that had covered