It is amazing how sometimes seemingly simple things can be the source of events that are not quite ordinary. True, even when these events smoothly flow into our lives, we sometimes simply do not notice them, but later they definitely leave their mark inside us, which, depending on the event itself, can warm the soul or leave a light sadness. The point of these cases is that no one knows when or where to expect them. And sometimes, in the end, already despairing of their absence, the former enthusiasm begins to disappear in the soul, and the feeling of thirst for something new gradually fades; but it is only necessary to wait a little, and then this something new will burst into life with a whirlwind, playing in a new light. Just have to wait…
Winter has the ability to change everything nearby. With its arrival, everything imperceptibly seems different; and these changes come not only externally, but also internally… Every corner of the planet is transformed by a white tablecloth. Everything in the area becomes different and gives a certain feeling of a fairy tale. Thanks to all this, nature becomes much more beautiful, which is not to say about the state when it plunges into a blizzard."Go, go," said the duckling to himself, shielding his eyes from the flying snowflakes.
It was hard to hear even own thoughts, the wind was blowing in ears. The boy hurried to the bus stop, dragging his feet through the thick snow. I think it's hard to disagree with the fact that the road from school to home in this weather will not be the most pleasant moment for the whole day.
Duck reached the cherished stop. As soon as he stepped onto the icy asphalt, the duckling almost rolled over, but thanks to a nearby pillar, which Dewey managed to cling to, he was able to stay on his feet.
With a sigh of relief and still continuing to stick to the sign post for insurance, the duckling continued to wait for the necessary transport.
But successfully maintaining its balance is not the only thing that Dewey was lucky with; remaining the only one waiting at the entire stop, the duckling was able to put in order the raging, like the same wind, thoughts and just enjoy the moment without unnecessary sounds. Until a new person appeared at the bus stop. At the sight of her, the duckling was a little stunned, and his legs began to part on the ice again, his hands gripped the pole even more tightly. The duckling's breathing stopped instantly, and his brain seemed to shut down.
But a new stream of thoughts was interrupted again, only already by the creaking braking of the long-awaited transport.
As quickly as possible, jumping in after the girl who came, inside, the cabin was almost empty before the eyes of the duckling, only a couple of passengers sitting in a scatter were sullenly rummaging through their phones.
Quietly moving to one of the empty seats, Duck again looked around the entire space and suddenly again came across the same girl who took the farthest seat. At this moment, goosebumps ran all over the duckling's body.
When the object suddenly turned in Dewey's direction, Duck took out his phone in confusion, pretending that he was also engaged in something. Quickly writing a couple of texts to his brothers, and then just as quickly putting the phone back in his jacket pocket, the duckling turned towards the window, but, as fate would have it, he stole glances at the girl sitting at the very end of the cabin, looking at the world through the glass with interest.
And this was repeated almost every time the average Duck intended to go somewhere on this transport. Every time he came to the bus stop, the duckling was more and more hopeful to meet this "sitting at the window". Dewey couldn't figure out what had fueled his interest in this completely unfamiliar person.
Stops. A large number of stops throughout the earth bring and carry away a considerable number of people. Their diversity is so great that the chance to remember at least one person without having any close contacts is one in a million. In such circumstances, only a lucky chance can work.
"Bro, you must be gone mad, you don't even know her," Huey and Louie replied when the middle duck's conversation turned back to the topic of "familiar stranger".
"Right. Gone mad," Dewey agreed, replaying the thoughts that had been stuck in his head for a long time.
It was beginning to look like an unhealthy obsession, and it would have been worth something else to distract yourself, but deep down (though perhaps on the surface) Dewey believed that there were too many coincidences for an ordinary case that you could just close your eyes to. Are these signs of fate itself?
"I don't know," repeated the middle duckling, determined to seize on the good fortune of these occasions "But we will fix it."
*forward in time*
Another weekday morning. Unlike the previous day, it was not warmer, but the wind was less strong. With a few vague excuses to his elders about his questionable haste, Dewey raced to the bus stop. Not finding anyone in the desired place, the duckling hopefully went into the approaching transport and was not mistaken. Still in the same usual place near the window sat an old "friend". Still not knowing what he was going to say, duckling decided to rely on his improvisation; gaining confidence, Dewey strode forward.
"Hi. Is this seat not taken?" a boy's voice said from behind the duck.
Before the girl could even look back, she noticed a duckling sitting next to her.
"It's original to ask after you've already done something," she commented with a narrowed eye, which made Duck look away uncomfortably "Not anymore," she added with a smile.
Dewey ruffled the back of his head.
"There's a reason I'm hooked on you," he continued "I have a rather delicate matter to attend to."
"Is that so?"again turned surprised eyes on the interlocutor "sitting by the window".
"Yes," Dewey said "Do you ever feel like you know a person but you don't know anything about them at the same time?"
The new-comer frowned, clearly going over something in her head.
"Don't think anything bad," the duckling continued immediately. "I just see you quite often (especially in this place), ahem. And I would like to meet you for the sake of interest (well, just to make sure that I don't go crazy and see ghosts)," at the end of the sentence, Dewey hastily closed his beak, he didn't even have time to comprehend what he said.
The introduction chuckled.
"Well, I still have my bones and flesh, so I can hardly be a ghost," the girl shrugged good naturedly. "I love the feeling of traveling," she continued, glancing out the window. "I especially like to watch from the window as passers-by hurry in their bustle, accompanied by the roar of passing cars."
The girl looked back at Duck, pushing the edges of her beak up, at which the duckling also gave a confused look.
"My name is Dewey, by the way," Duck said.
"Webby," the girl said, holding out her hand.
This conversation was followed by a friendly handshake.
Soon the two of them quickly got together, however, this was not even surprising. The opportunity to chat with someone as strange as you is always good. It's great if such communication can be reborn as friendship, and maybe even into something more, at least at the level of kinship.
Of course, time is the most insidious thing that the universe could create. Its incomprehensible course makes you get confused even in the easiest turns of life.
The only thing worse than time is distance. Millions of miles away from each other stretch everywhere, instilling a sense of doom and a certain loneliness.
Simply put, a terrible picture, what can we say about the whole duo of these things?
"Honey, don't forget to write letters," Duck said on the last day of the meeting, walking his girlfriend home.
"Certainly," replied Vanderquack "But only after yours!"
*forward in time*
Years are replaced by years, but not only calendar numbers have this property. How many events have passed during all this time, how much have you managed to gain, and how much, on the contrary, to lose. Strange as it may seem, but everything tends to end, even those "random cases" can just as suddenly leave our lives, leaving behind only a couple of ghostly memories. And this is not another reason for the autumn melancholy, just a combination of circumstances, nothing more.
"Uncle Donald," Duck in irreplaceable blue comes straight out of the airport, dragging a suitcase behind him "I'm not small, I'll get there myself. Uh-huh. Yes, Yes. Understood. See you soon."
When the conversation ended, the phone screen lit up with a home screen with a six-year-old photo on the wallpaper.
Remembering with sadness in his heart, the blonde friend, Duck put the phone in his pocket and set off.
A cool breeze gently swayed the purple earrings of the trees, occasionally making its way between the feathers of the boy, who was lost in thought.
"How long has it been since the last email was sent?" Dewey reasoned "Three or four years?"
In any case, the average Duck went on its way, accompanied by the rustle of fallen leaves and the dim light of side lamps on the edge of the sidewalk. Thus, he went all the way to the most memorable (if you can call it that) place for him.
It site looks like an ordinary and unremarkable stop among a vast number of similar stops, but how many memories are associated with this place.
Deftly jumping into the vehicle, Dewey saw a half-empty interior. Just as he was about to take his seat, Duck suddenly saw a rather familiar face sitting on the farthest seat in front of him, peering out the window with interest.
Dewford shook his head in disbelief, but after seeing the previous picture again, the Duck walked at a moderate pace into the depths of the transport, still feeling like a mirage.
"Hi," he said, coming to the seat and safely taking the seat next to the "window sitter", and then, confirming this action with a smile, continued "Is this seat not taken?"
Second the confusion on the face of Vanderquack immediately replaced by the same radiant smile.
"Not anymore," she said shortly.