The day of the meeting

A bouquet of blue flowers in a big transparent vase was set on the porch of an old house. Bright different butterflies were flying in the rooms of the house. The day was created in a space of warmth. It was a special day. The day of meetings... Every person in the city would have a meeting with another person who was for each one the most precious being but had left this world. All the people were very calm on that day. They knew that they could go anywhere. They could do any work. The possibility of the meeting did not depend on it. It would happen whatever their life conditions. Every person had a night dream in which a strange house with a blue bouquet standing on the porch and beautiful different butterflies in the rooms were shown to the person. All the citizens of the city were calm and collected in the morning. Every person thought that the dream was for him/herself only. Therefore they did not tell anybody about that strange dream. They were waiting for the meeting. People in their apartments, people in the streets, people in the shops waited for the meeting with the persons who were so precious for them. They began to worry in the evening because the time for the meeting became too short. The night stood before every door in the city. "Perhaps it was a joke of my dream," people thought while lying in bed late in the evening of that day. Night had opened its black eyes and the city's space became a dark quiet space. People slept. They were in their night dreams. The spaces of thoughts, dreams, and other unknown worlds were mixed with the night. And every person came into each one's unique house of many light rooms where different colored butterflies were flying in. The sun was bright. It was the day of the meeting which was promised in the previous dream. People did not understand the night message because they were used to thinking in terms of usual events and conditions. The day must be at the time of day. It was difficult to believe that the day could happen at nighttime. People were going through different rooms. The rooms were full of the tender emotions and light thoughts of the persons who had left the usual world. It was so strange to move through the space of emotions and thoughts. Sometimes it was reminding of cold water. Sometimes it was like fresh wind that kissed the cheek. Sometimes it was like a sad autumn rain. People understood that space although no word was said to them. Also they felt that they were going to the place of the meeting. At last they came into the last room. Certainly they came into the last room at a different time. It depended on the number of rooms in the house where every person was. It depended on the time which was needed by each different person to stay in the room of the unique house where he/she found him/herself. The beautiful blue bouquet of flowers was in the center of the last room… A ray of sun was like the tender smile of the precious person who had left the usual world of people. "We now have the force to live through the next days of our life thanks to that "day" of the meeting," many people thought in the morning. It may seem strange but no one told anybody else about the dream. Colourful butterflies were flying from early morning to late evening that day. People were smiling to them and were keeping the secret. The space of the city was full of tender recollections about people who had left the usual world. It was a day of recollections. It was a day of hope for future strange meetings after the line of death.