This is the scene I arrived to yesterday, I arrived with my young daughters to Washington DC, after a very very long trip, two flights and a lay over.
The trip was real as is any other trip in life, one knows there is a beginning and an end.
The picture you see above is the picture i took from the window where i used to sit for years as the girls used to play in the back yard.
We have since grown up in more ways than one. The amusement once found on a swing or on a slide is now one that is found with teenage friends and with i pods and i pads.
For me, i still amuse myself with letters and words. Now these same letters and words have given my life a new meaning.
Just as there are no leaves on the trees, i too have shed so many color robes. The bareness of the yard reminds me of the bare truths I have endured. With a sad life comes happy memories one constantly builds in ones mind.
My mind is bare like the cherry blossom tree, i hear no children playing, I have no expectations as i sit quietly waiting for spring to appear. Spring like the season. Spring like the spring of water and Spring like the spring of my life in the beginning of the end of winter.
Bare the truth in the spring whether and in the spring of your life.
Wow! Touching and compelling narrative. I have bookmarked this page.
I am glad you like the perspective from which I have written. What about it was compelling for you? B