As I had booked the flights to leave England early in the morning, I had arrived at my grandmother's house, in Slovakia, at roughly 1:00 in the morning! On the plane there was something that I was looking forward to, it was the clouds blanketed onto the thin air. As a child I enjoyed the scene, and as the sun was waking up and peeking over the top of the clouds it was a blissful view for another exiting adventure in Slovakia.
So on an ordinary day in my hometown, Drienovec, in Slovakia, I was staying with my grandmother, as I usually do for school holidays when I can.As I came into the great traditional house in the heart of Drienovec, my mind was rushing as I always have a domicile and safe and sound feeling as soon as I step into my home there. And, as I had anticipated, the moment I stepped into the heavenly house I felt like I had come home, but not just the temporary home, or the type of home that feels nice sometimes and other times discomfited, but a real settled feeling about the place; a safe and secure sensation soared over me.This is what I was waiting for, for over procrastinate period of months.
After I had come in and savoured up my emotional feelings of being back to happy memories, I went to my room, and as soon as I went to my room I went to bed, and as soon as I went to bed, my head fell softly on the pillow and as soon as my head it the pillow I stared out my window. I was utterly jetlagged and well and truly tired from the tedious hours of travel.There was that vivid light that shone through my window from the church down the street was just divine and just right; it had a pattern that was out of this world as the golden light was shining through the church. The church's side is made out of glass, it is a huge window of colours, and the decorated glass window was piercing through the light like a waterfall of holy colours. It was bright, but just perfect to rest my eyes on as I lay on my bed.
It was not too dim, nor too harsh of a light it felt as if it was made just for my eyes to stare at after.It was as pure as untouched snow, but had a warm vibe about it. From a young age I simply just stared at this soft light, it was never an "outer body experience" at the age of four to twelve, but as I have been staring at it for many years, I never lose interest in the peaceful, tranquil colours, and the calming mood as the clouds softly paint the sky grey at the top, black in the middle, and the church's ensign at the bottom of my view outside my window.It has always been the perfect outlook for a hectic day or a quiet day. Then there was that vivid light that shone through my window from the church that I've known throughout my childhood, and it felt so divine and perfect; it had a mysterious, beautiful pattern I was so familiar with.
The golden light was shimmering through the old church and I felt lit up somehow, as if everything seemed right again.The church's side is made out of glass as most are, and there is the golden light was shimmering through the old church and I felt lit up somehow, as if everything seemed right again. The church's side is made out of glass as most are, and there is a huge window full of a brightness which pierced through the light like a waterfall of holy colours. I lay back, sighing. I felt a surge of happiness as it dawned on me just how powerful of an impact this place had on me.
I examined the ceiling before closing my eyes. The moment was perfect. Too perfect. It felt like a joke to me- as if happiness and me could ever mix.
But this place proved me wrong. My home proved me wrong. I was myself, in this startlingly breathtaking country, at I was myself, in this startlingly breathtaking country, at peace at last. It is like a reflection from a normal day in Drienovec, and I just lay there, staring, until I sink to deep sleep.
