Dearest One~

Slowly I dragged one foot forward. Coughing and sneezing from the dust. I dragged the other foot, scuffing it a little. Yowch! I Muttered to myself not worrying what the others would think. Talking to myself had become a habit and I was a great listener.

The silence then became so loud my ears hurt except for the sound of my labored breathing and the feel of my muscles complaining throughout the night.

My clothes stuck to my body. As I plodded on, I swiped at my face. It was so hot, I could barely stand to suck the air into my burning lungs.

Step~drag step~drag.

A little whisper of breeze tickled my brow.

I stopped and closed my eyes and for the first time in years smelled a pleasant smell. A tiny one that darted through my nostrils, daring me to breathe deeper.

So I did. The breeze stirred and through my slits of eyes I noticed a teeny tiny glow of golden light off in the distance.

Drawn to it, I dragged one foot, dragged another foot a little impatiently and finally began to step more easily and yes, more quickly as I was drawn drawn drawn to that beautiful golden light.

Brighter and brighter much cooler and warmer it glowed so sooo softly my skin felt so fresher from beautiful breezes fanning all ‘cross my face.

Quicker and quicker my steps became quicker and soon I was running my lungs breathing easier.

Younger, yes, younger I felt dropping burdens my troubles~ I ran toward the light.

Scrambling over the top of a hill it gleamed gol~den, I pulled my~self over, and dropped right there right next to you.

You.

I stood trembling yet open and scared, I moved closer and you stepped toward meee and you didn’t mind touching…

Your smile, it was golden~ Your laughter was airy~ Your eyes, how they reached me and touched me inside and I thought~ Am I dreaming? My journey so long and so dark and so dreary and yet here you were all a~tender and beautiful with arms all a~open and waiting and touching, yes, touching againnn at my hair…my eyes…my hands and my heart.

Ohhhh, lover, my dearheart, my sweet one, my life is not over….

My. Life. Has. Beee~gun.

~Yours

(and mine)