The path lies before me.
A path that has been travelled many times before, but much less now than in those days. A path that leads to many destinations, but has been forgotten – it’s means disregarded for others.
As I travel down the path, I notice small items of beauty alongside that have been forgotten or passed over for others enjoy the faster ways of getting to where they are going. The path lies disused, but doesn’t forget it’s past.
The air is cool and clean, and the night is quiet…..a perfect night for a journey. Few travellers ever come this way anymore, which is a pity, for they are missing out on the beauty and curiosity that they may find along the way.
I see familiar landmarks and objects that give away the fact that others have travelled this way before me, and will someday again after me. The stone angel off in the distance gives me silent greetings from behind the hedges lining the way. I pay my respects to her and all that she protects and watches over. Few know the true meaning behind the angel’s existence, but none bring about her wrath, for she protects her watch fiercely, though none have seen her move for many years.
I see the world in my own light, as I glean my own meaning from what I see around me. Each object, place, and person has its own meaning. Some understand why I travel, but those are far and few between – I’ve not seen any of them in many turns of the seasons, but have never forgotten them. Some still are among us, but some have left this plane for another. I’m sure the angel is aware of their passing, and gave them her blessing along the way.
The path has changed many times over the years, sometimes going farther and sometimes changing direction, but is always its own blessing to travel just to make the journey.