The quiet hush of falling snow
Softly blanketing my immediate world
Cold flakes descending onto my face
Footfalls that no one hears
Cold winds that cause tears to trickle onto my cheeks
The quietude and barren feel of the land is comforting and yet unsettling
Thoughts turn inward on this walk
Soul searching and longing within those thoughts turning to dreams yet to be realized
There’s a foggy mist on the horizon obscuring what lay beyond
Is this reality or indeed one of my nightly dream sequences? They both feel so real and tangible and meld together
Winds dislodge a loose branch and it falls to the ground in front of me barely making a sound as it hits the white blanket
Perhaps this is a dream…perhaps life is but a dream…one of the longer ones that are not remembered once awakened
Not one of the dreams that are so real and so welcomed…those that once jarred awake are immediately remembered and tears flow trying to go back to sleep to recapture what was happening and who was there….the loss that sucks out all air when realization hits …it was just a dream..and nothing more…a dream that can’t be recaptured any more so than life’s passing moments can be held onto
Biting cold brings me back to the walk and the surroundings. What is beyond that growing foggy mist ahead on the horizon? A jolt of sudden fear takes hold…a foreboding sense of dread trying to creep in and destroy what started as a head clearing walk to just enjoy the soft white blanket and calming quiet
Throwing all rationale to the side I plunge ahead into that foggy mist……not seeing more than the next step…just one more step..then another…the beautiful walk in the quiet snow that was to focus me and create some kind of sense from the things whirling about me has become chaotic and disturbing, just as life has become for me..ahhhh therein is the reality of life…it’s about walking into the unknown and taking just the next step…then one more..
The startling sound I hear is somehow familiar ….my alarm .. bringing me abruptly awake …the soft white down comforter feels secure and warm not cold and foreboding…yet another dream leaving more questions than answers..a quiet snow is falling outside..sitting up with feet firmly on the floor…I take a step …then one more….maybe I’ll go take a walk in the falling snow…..
Reflections on Life’s Journeys 