Taking Flight

The air is growing colder. Something is withdrawing deeper into itself, becoming more distant, out of reach. The evenings are heavy with longing. Soon it will be time for you to go. A restlessness now disturbs the still and thoughts of that other place glow on the mind's horizon. It grows brighter in the gathering chill. There will be a morning when you will arise and wipe a thick film of frost from your eyes and take one last look at the world around you. You will remember all that blossomed and grew, the love given and received, the life you lived here. You will be moved to give thanks for all that was bestowed upon you, the gifts of the earth, a universe that reflected a creator's infinite light. It will be time then to find a place somewhere, high up where there is lift, extend your wings and take flight.