Connections

A long time ago, I used to visit a museum in the city where I lived. The museum had in its exhibition a painting that I loved, called "Ventania" (windstorm), by an artist named Antônio Parreiras. Every time I felt bad, depressed, anxious, I would go to the museum and spend some time looking at that painting. I went there many, many times, because my life was a chaos back then. Yesterday while running in the park, I realized how unusual life is, it was windy and I remembered "Ventania" and that it was strange that I had come to live in a country where the wind is so strong.
While I was running, the wind knocked down a branch of a tree and this beautiful flower fell from there. I kept thinking about the coincidences that life brings us, sometimes they are instantaneous, but other times they happen long, long after. Like now, with me.