Friday, May 03, 2013
A light breeze caressed my face as I continued on the Market Street side of town where the stately old homes line the mile long walk. I came to an old elementary school where two huge bushes of pink/lavender in color of flowers drip like plums from their branches. I can here the voices in my mind of the children as they brush past the flowers getting on to their awaiting desk. I hurried on by leaving the echoes of the children's voices taken up by the breeze that sailed upward. I crossed to the other side & was walking briskly to the tempo of the upbeat music blaring in my ear. I suddenly came to an abrupt halt.!! As I glanced over I saw the majestic old home. It's once clear front door & windows were encased in a gray dust, like the cataracts of an aged one.The once colorful Autumn leaves now lay crumbled ,dried & faded of color at the entrance way to the door & encroached at the steps leading upward. On either side of the walkway was the 2 stately pines with their branches dripping of despair as they touched the earths floor. I gasped as I saw my self in this stately old home. I too like the dust on the windows had scales clouding my vision of a life I so wanted fulfilled with energy . Like the Autumn leaves that once had an array of color I to had lost that boost of color in my life, for my color palate was in shades of gray. The pines that dripped from lack of nourishing I to lacked of vital nutrients to have me in a state of thriving. Thank you stately old home for allowing me to see myself in you.