There are no humans in this story! This story is only yours.
I walk downhill through hedges surrounded by rickety reeds, large and small. I am where I want to be for a long time. On the right side of the path is a hill with all kinds of trees on it and the sun on its back after late afternoon, and just below it is a still lake.
A few unruly geese roam around the lake. They must be angry about something because they are constantly shouting…
I don't know if it's the season, when I come to this time of the year, I get a special pleasure from life.
My steps slow. The sea is very still today. I haven't seen the sea this calm in a long time. Freed from its irritability, purified from its nobleness, clear and pure.
After all, even in the hottest times of summer, he never loses his roughness. So much stagnation in autumn?
There are several fishing boats, large and small, on the horizon.
It seems that today everyone intends to enjoy the Black Sea.
What about geese? I don't understand why they are still making noise.
Finally, the host arrives. Its feathers are broken due to neglect, it has lost its whiteness slightly, but; The strength is obviously still in place. He slowly approaches me. I touch your neck first. Its feathers are wet, like a flower with dew falling on it saying hello to the first light of morning.
I think she must have felt loved. A few steps closer.
I'm asking your name. He says everyone calls them by different names.
A past spring afternoon haunts the shores of my mind. It was many years ago, I was at this time of the season again. I was riding around the River on a white horse whose name was Sevgi. This horse reminds me of Love.
I feel like saying "Love" to this beauty, which had 3 titles in its time, but has now been abandoned to its fate.
My heart calls it Love. I whisper in her ear with a smile.
While the groom stretches the bridle he holds with his calloused hands towards me, he also tells that the horses feel the love and lack of love of people. How do they not know? Aren't they the most noble, the most emotional and the most beautiful creatures in the world?
I'm starting to go down the slope. Love on my left. I look at the sea out of the corner of my eye, it's still calm.
Strange…
At the end of the road, there are straight wooden steps to the beach. As I get closer to the sea, the smell of seaweed hits my face. Satisfied with the state of love, first we watch the sea together. Then we go for a little tour.Whichever way I turn it, it goes meekly. He doesn't get angry.
My palms get wet every time I touch it. I have the feeling of reuniting with a friend I haven't seen for many years, on a quiet seashore.
Today, nature and living things offer all their generosity…
I look in the direction of the geese, smiling. They must have been muted! The valley is quiet.
I take the head of love in my palms. Her olive-black eyes are moist. I think of people when I tell his story.
Human?
There are no humans in this story! This story is only yours.