As my breath comes into my lungs with a chilled bite the sun keeps persuading me to go on.
So I do.
Coming to the bridge where we had first talked about our lives and our dreams.
Where my legs silently shook, maybe from the cold but probably because of nerves.
The stars were bright then, but this morning the sun creeps its warmth around the goosebumps popping up along my arms. Spring is on the verge, a glass of flowery liquid filled to the brim, ready to be spilled on the world. Little drops ease over the edge and the sounds of birds and scent of nature awakens my senses.
I breathe deeply as I come to a stop and gaze at the water under the bridge.
In, out.
In, out.
I breathe differently in my room, or in a coffee shop, or in a class.
Here, it is easy yet deliberate.
It is the only thing that matters, that I am here.
That I am alive.
The geese send calls to one another in a silly voice.
They laugh and giggle together, never leaving each others side.
They flutter around the half-frozen pond sending a shimmering ripple into my eyes.
I breathe deeply again, wishing I could remain here all day.
Knowing I can't.
I thank God and turn from the hope of spring
and head back towards home and schedules.
But as I walk away I plug this vision into my mind.
And as my life gets hectic again and I forget peace,
I can recall this morning and maybe,
just maybe,
I can get the faintest scent of a not too far off Spring day.
2 comments:
Awww I can't wait to stand on that bridge with you again and This time I'll get to hold your hand under the stars :) I'm glad you took another jog over there this morning. I think we need to name that bridge. Something like "pipe-smoke bridge" or "I liked you but was too awkward to say anything bridge" we can come up with something when we go over there next time :)
Em, you've done it once again. You really know how to write so eloquently. I hope that when you do get stressed that you can think of that spot and remember the peacefulness that God gives :)
Thanks for sharing another blog today.
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