Katia, what a name it would have been for a girl. It brings back the memories, the scent of flowers, the pure air of the forest and the lakes or shortly after a lightning storm. Now that I find time for myself I sure do miss her. The first time we met, each time we touched the others hands or skin, each time we kissed, our marriage, our sons. The places where the sun falls on the forest floor and where light and shade are chasing each other just as we did back in our youth. That I do remember as if it was yesterday.
Sometimes I wish we would have had a baby girl but alas that could not be. Katia she would have it in here, the beauty, the playfulness, the serenity, the robustness, the resilience, the stubbornness and the sincerity all of the traits my wife had. I'm sure if the Gods had granted us a girl the loss of her would have been less harsh.
Who knows, she still might be out there. Joppe, Stein, Puck, would anyone of them be a match for such a girl?
But let me get back to last night at the alchemy tables. As usual I made a mess and the dripping insides and glands of bugs were splattered on the table. My friends have told me much about alchemy but it was the farm that required my attention at that time. Is it good that I do remember some of it tough. By using a press I was able to squeeze some of the essences in a bottle this time so I'm making some progression. It was only a brief moment where I lost my concentration that I dropped a empty bottle on the floor. Glass splintered but my knees were to tired, my back to stiff so I couldn't bend down to clean it. Luckily a young man in the strength of his life was able to clear it for me, help me, while I cleaned the mess from the table.
His name was Melkan. Melkan and Katia wouldn’t it be wonderful.