Another week of multi-day family trips. This time, everyone agreed on Arasbaran. As soon as we arrive, the tents go up. From a distance, your red coat catches my eye. I had heard your name before. I knew you existed. But in our first meeting, I didn’t expect to feel such closeness and familiarity. It’s as if I’ve found something lost after years. Your gaze meets mine, and you smile.

Night falls. Everyone gathers around the big fire we’ve built. I’m not sure if everyone is as captivated by your differences as I am. From your beautiful face illuminated by the fire to your lovely voice. The grace of your movements. Your sweet smile and those glances you occasionally throw my way, stealing my attention.

It’s midnight and everyone is asleep. I’m sitting on a hill near the tents, staring at the cloudless sky. The sound of your tent zipper draws my attention. I turn and see you. You come and sit beside me. The world becomes more vivid.

The next morning, everything feels different. The sun hides behind the spring clouds, and a fine rain falls. By noon, the fire is lit again.

As it gets dark, one of the cars is brought close to the fire, and upbeat songs play back-to-back. Everyone takes someone else’s hand and dances. It’s our turn. You laugh from the heart.

Night falls. Gradually, everyone goes to their tents without noticing what’s happening. Only you and I remain. The fire is almost out, but its warmth still allows us to stay. I take off my jacket to give it to you. We talk about the past and the future.

The next morning, the bluish spider bites on our necks stand out. At least, that’s what others think.

A year passes. The same family group, the same days, the same place. Only one thing has changed. Now, you’re mine. This time, we’ve come in our own car, and our tent is separate from the others. In the evening, we go by the river and dip our feet in the water. The cold water refreshes our souls. You rest your head on my shoulder and fall silent.

At night, we sit by the fire. You bring the tea flask. We stare at the sky and talk until morning.

The next morning, you help me pack up our tent. I sit behind the wheel, and you take charge of the music for this dreamy road. We sing together, and you become the most beautiful being in the world.

O, beyond imagination, comparison, and assumption, and illusion
Beyond all that we have said, heard, or read
- Saadi

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