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From The Headwaters Of Winter
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
September 2, 2010

From the headwaters of winter I look back. The seasons have been memorable. The memories are all flavorful. The faces linger in mid-fade and the emotions interlace effortlessly. The hues and shadings of days past lay in an almost frozen contrail that delicately roils upon itself.

My senses whimsically dance through the sights, sounds, smells, and textures that inhabit the same spaces as the nostalgic dalliances of mind and heart. Each of the enumerable instances is savory, clear, and as crisp as the day they were born.

I nod almost imperceptibly, smiling likewise. Not every step along the way has been fruitful or enjoyable but I can in no way deem even one of them to have not been worth taking, even this long after a foot has plodded down. There are, of course, many that I wish I could take back but they are like trifling wisps of dust in amongst all of my many steps.

Conglomerated in a mere moment are many things. Every wind, warm and dry, or wet and cold, every flash of lightning, far off in the distance, or way too close for comfort, every time I ever smelled the rain, every wave I’ve ever seen crash onto shore, every friend I’ve ever made or lost, every smile I ever met, every hug, every kiss, and everything else I simply don’t have room to tell you about, they all inhabit the moment of ‘now’.

It is a deep and satisfying breath that I have to take as I slowly turn back to my path. I cannot leave the smile behind. It slowly sinks below the surface of my face to settle lightly upon m heart. With winter just ahead I continue on. The cold will not freeze me. Frostbite is nothing to worry about. There is nothing to fear from the darkness that looms larger and larger ahead. I am not alone, yet. Even if I should find myself without her along the way, I will still have a familiar blanket of her memory to keep me warm. I will still be most profoundly proud of who I have been, who I am, and who I have yet to become.