Arrival

I have arrived.

Somehow, everything feels different. More beautiful, better. Calmer. The colors of the sky spill across the buildings; the reflection of the heavens on the glass tower looks almost like outer space.

The whole city feels different to me.

Perhaps our inner state pours itself over everything around us. Everything feels dear to me, beautiful, tender.

I feel joy. Happiness. Love.

The spring wind washes over me.

It feels like Herzegovina, even though between these American buildings there is no scent of our southern wind. But the hope is the same. The faith. The trust.

In life.

In everything that belongs to you.

Through the tall windows of the nine-story building, I watch as the sky spills into the streets, stealing our gaze in the ordinary wandering of our days.

On the eastern side, the sun begins to appear, as if saying: I am still here.

One ray of light still illuminates the visible words written on the building:

“Tell the story of those that have not been told yet.”

It reminds me to finish what I started.

And if I were to give it a name, let it be:

The Story That Changed the World.