It was a nice and fresh summer morning when she came back from her trip from the other part of the world. The journey had changed and enlighten her in ways she could have never hoped for. Before going back to the reality of her daily life, she wanted to get lost. There. At this place where she used to come and play with her friends as a child. So many memories were running down the spring, washed away by the ancient wash house where the whole party used to gather and sit and tell stories all night long until the chill of the morning came to bring the first lights of the day, and with them, the magical and majestic colors which chased away the monochromic darkness leaving only memories to the coming day.
And there she was again. Reminiscing and rejuvenating at the still joyful splashes of water. Fresh and anew. She lost herself on the way to adulhood, and she needed to come back here to gather her thoughts, her ideas, her mind. At this point of space and time, free again she felt.
Free of bonds, free of constraints, free of rules.
Leaving everything behind, including her past, she crossed the bridge to her new self. Standing and toying there for a while, as she was making fun of life ; of what it gave her, of what it made her, only listening to the sweet melody playing in her head.
No longer she would be part of that world. Indeed, a stranger she would be as of now. A stranger to others, to rulers, a stranger in every place her feet would lay on, but not anymore a stranger to herself.