New Classic.

I just love the classics. So much.

I don't know why. Is it perhaps the differences between the cultures and times?

The different actions the people portray from a time a century ago? Maybe. Maybe not. But I truly enjoy it.

Jane Eyre. Pride and Prejudice.

Take me back. Please.

I would want to go back in time maybe during the 1800s. During the days of Mozart. Beethoven.

Where music was created. The classics.

Take me away. Take me back to the times where women wore big poofy fancy dresses. Dresses that went all the way down to the bottom. Where women weren't allowed to show their ankles.

Shoes that were so fancy that they hurt. Hairstyles that were perfectly curled, carefully fixed into place. Jewelry, earrings, necklaces. They were a big deal.

Even the simple maid's clothes. Aprons. The kitchens.

The grand piano in the middle of the room, by the fireplace. Lounge chairs.

Mystery. The mystery I like.
Where men and women were mysterious with each other. Where love was a mystery, something you needed to figure out on your own.

When people used their minds, as well as their souls.

Magical is it? No, it's not magical. It's a time where it was real.

The green fields, with long grass and flowers, daises, blue skies, the sun shining brightly down on your face. My white dress flowing in the wind. Then he would look at me with a smile so kind and lay out the blanket on the ground. Where we would sit on. I start to put down the brown basket and slowly empty it, putting the contents on the blanket. He stops me as I start, brushes his hand gently on my hand and continues to lay out the our special meal. I let out a shy grin.

Then he shares with me the hot meal that was prepared by old, experienced hands, by his lovely head maid. We eat silently. Just enjoying the day.
He then takes out the apple pie, still unbelievably hot, and we both share it.

The wind continues to blow and my black raven hair comes upon the sun.

I look up at you to see you smiling at me, your face shining, teeth grinning.

I close my eyes then open it to the blinding sun.

Classic.

Take me away.