The Scrutable Way

For Steppe Lion that morning began as usual. He used to get up early while his relatives were still sleeping. He enjoyed the first beams of the rising sun.

…The morning was laughing. Fireworks of sparkles were flashing in the dewdrops. They joined the new-blown dawn in the morning symphony of joy. Tiny Fairy flapped with her arms and soared into the sky. She was bathing in the miraculous flows of the new-born Light.

The night was melting slowly. The delicate aromas of the nascent day were filling the motionless air. Steppe Lion lied in the thick grass. He was looking at the huge unfading stars. The last talk with Tiny Fairy came back to his memory.

The new day was blooming. The sleepy wind was stroking blades of grass with his warm palms. Stars were getting pale while melting in the fiery breath of the dawn. Steppe Lion was lying on the lawn and inhaling the heady aromas of the joy dissolved in the morning air. Tiny Fairy was sitting next to him.

A candle was burning down. Steppe Lion was staring at the flame and going through the events of that night once again. It had been too improbable. If he had been said about such possibility not long ago, he would have laughed at it in response. And today it happened.

It was a calm summer night. Minutes were slowly trickling down from the branches of the trees and stood still at the tips of the leaves. Steppe Lion made a cup of strong coffee not to fall asleep.

Steppe Lion was lying in the wet grass and looking into the sky. Somewhere among those leaves Tiny Fairy lived. The very thought of Her… That had been so much time ago! How many lives had slipped by since then!