It was a cold day. One of those days where the wind cuts right through a persons clothing and makes a presence in their soul. The snow was only about four inches deep but had been laying there for
a while and was somewhat crunchy instead of powderyas when snow first falls to the ground. As I left the comfort of the house, I could hear every step, but the sound of my heart pumping was just as
loud in my head as it attempted to keep me warm. It was a good day for a walk and........
I leave myself to fingers wind
After placingmy knit hat on my head, I started digginginto the pocket inside my coat for my gloves, the cold already effecting my hands.As I pull them on one at a time, I stood and looked over at
the pond. My every breath turning to frozen vapor as it hit the cold air. Therewas a thin ring of ice thatwas floating on the dark blue water. A couple of small birdswere standing right on top of
itwith their faces buried under a wing. Ithought of a couple of other places I would rather be right now than on top of that pond, asI laughed to myself, but they seemed content. For them it
timeis standing, standing still
I started to walkdown the long sloping back yard towards the woods. The fire ring we use in the summerwas dark, but I closed my eyes as I passed it andIgot a scent of the burnt wood in my nose that
had long ago gone cold. I washeading in the direction that the sun would set and was now entering the trees. There was a stark difference on how far I could see into the forest as the trees were
now stripped of their leaves. It hada feelof......
as bare branches then force us to walk to the light
Deeper and deeper I walked into the forest on a familiar path, as I had been here before many times. The wind biting at my face, mysenses feeling my heart now beating faster andmy breath flowing
long streams of icy smoke. I had to stop a few times to rest as the slope was now quite steep, but thesight of the valley got deeper as I got closer to my destination. On my last break, looking up
the hill, a rabbit crossed the path in front of me very quickly and caught me by surprise. I am sureit was more startled than I on this cold windy day. As I continued climbing and looking up to the
top, I noticed that.......
so close I am to cresting this hill
As Iwas nowontop of the ridge overlooking the valley below, Iwalked for a short while and then came upon an old friend. A tree. It appeared to be an old oak treethat had fallen many years ago. We
had shared quite a few moments together during different times and seasons. As I satupon it, I got a feeling that it knew I was there. I stroked the rough exterior bark noticing that most of it had
fallen off. The ravages of time and weather taking it toll. Exposing its very core and I understandingits feeling at that momentin time. So fornow, a fewprecious moments,we would share this
as seasons change in nature they do so in life
Now peering across the landscape, I saw the stream flowing that had formed the valley below meand wondering to myself where it began, where it would end. Hundreds of years of carving and creating.
The clouds in the western sky were breaking up and the sun was now setting. As it dipped below the hills in the distance, the trees turned jet black and looked as if thousands of fingers were
reaching for the sky. The clouds had every color in the rainbow imbedded in them from the setting sunand the reflection to the valley below took on all of those colors as well on the stark white
snow. At that very moment the wind magically just stopped. Not a breath. It creating a silence that was almost deafening. All I could hear now was my heartbeat in my soul. Looking down once again
to my old friend, I realized that even though both of our cores were exposed, I knew I could count on.......
the transparent shield holds my love within
Saying goodbye to my friend in my mind, I promised to return at another time, another season. A time where two old friends can share a day. The walk back was quiet reflectionand as I cleared the
trees, Ibegan thinkingof something that had not yet crossed my mind. Looking ahead of me was the one set of foot prints that began my journey and suddenly Irealized I am alone. Behind meis two sets
of prints and my thoughtsgo back to her. Problem is, at the time, I don't even know who she is, but I know she is out there. Turning again to the one set of prints, I am now sure.......
two write the lyrics and then becomes one
Entering the warmth of the house and removing all of my winter gear, my thoughts were still of her. An angel not yet seen. The promise of love in a future time, a future season. Even though I now
walk alone, she is with me and......
her and I will continue "A Walk I Will Always Remember".
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