Friday was spent far far away on the east coast of this country. I had arranged to meet a lovely man and wanted to take him to a lovely place, but I had forgotten what it's name was and how to find it. So I never mentioned this lost place and the forgotten road. Instead I went the way of his directions and blindly following an unknown road at his command.
A while into the journey I had a flashback to a place once visited in my childhood, one that I had been thinking of only a couple of days previously and I thought that was the reason for this destination. Then we turned down a road that seemed even more familiar. Suddenly I was no longer lost, but on the road I had forgotten. For he was taking me to that exact place.
Lately there seems to have been a lot of lost places in my life and forgotten roads that cannot be found. It seems like a little glimpse of heaven when you meet someone who knows the way, without you asking how and shows you a secret garden as well, where the roses smell so beautiful in the rain.
