A Different Kind of Morning Walk

My normal walk this morning wasn’t as normal as it seemed… which made me question if I was truly walking…or walking in a dream. As I stepped into the morning…an icy chillness filled the air and I began to see things I don’t normally see…things I knew could not be there. To the left of me I saw my parents…I didn’t understand what my parents doing here…and why were they holding hands? Certainly it was unexpected….my Mom and Dad to meet but there were people as far as I could see up and down the street. I saw Deborah’s parents and Chrissy, a friend who died too young… and other people we’ve lost along the way… Chrissy was holding our old dog Whitman, another sign that this was not just any other day With every step I took…the farther I moved away from my front door everyone grew younger…then faded away and I saw faces I’ve never seen before. Just like Mom and Dad…everyone was smiling and waving in the chilly morning breeze. When I looked up the stars were twinkling, the moon was smiling… Did I hear laughter in the trees? When I turned for home…as the second half of my morning walk I started to traverse… everything I just explained…began to happen…in reverse. I lingered for a moment… outside of my front door… to visit with my parents, Deborah’s parents, Chrissy and Whitman a little more. Once inside the door I quickly turned around, and stepped out on the lawn though I searched in all directions…but…everyone was gone…. Or were they?…perhaps this was just their way of telling me…wherever I go in life…. as I compose my daily rhyme… The very people I’ve thought I’ve lost along the way… have been with me all the time.