This feeling- bittersweet. A remembering. A sweet knowing
that I will make many more such memories. And then a weariness. A
weariness of the mountain of life that I have to climb. And then
expectation. This is life. Beautiful. Bittersweet. Filled with love,
filled with beauty. Filled with people who love me...filled with a
blue sky that turns into black darkness sprinkled with diamonds in
the distance. The trees swaying a melody outside in the autumn
breeze. The light in a window of a place I am soon to go. The
expectation of living life to the fullest, loving the people around
me. The daintiness of a flower held carefully in the palm of my hand,
the purple petals brushing the silver of my promise ring that will
someday hold more than a promise. A song in the distance hinting of
adventure and peace and chaos- glorious chaos. Life. That intangible
pressing forward of the heart, a pressing forward, my footsteps
tracing the thoughts of my heart. The thoughts of my heart- traced by
the footsteps of my life. Life.
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