The First Snow

(This is a sequel to an earlier post “The Evening Mist” and will be a continuing story)

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A Late Autumn Visit

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Leaves covered the grass like a multi-colored blanket.  It was a season when life seemed to be receding and going into hiding or hibernation.  The mood of the outdoors brought the thoughts and memories, like the weight of years bearing down on his shoulders.  It’s been so long since he had felt the warmth and softness of love in his arms, seen those sapphire bright eyes, and the glow of that radiant smile.  There is this private place in the heart where these feelings, most times kept in check by the cares and trials of the day, surface, unexpectedly, in the quiet hours of the early morn.  It seems that truly complete love forms such a connection that, even after a physical absence of so many years, that bond still exists, through death and beyond.

The windows were closed, but there was a whisper of a breeze and the curtains parted.  Though no one was visibly there, her spirit filled the room. Her scent drifted through the air and he stirred, but did not waken.  His mind not aware, but his heart feels her at his side, in his arms, and he tastes the warm red wine of her lips on his.  There is a sweet caress…, a gentle calm comes over his troubled soul and he is at peace again.  He woke to the undeniable scent of Jasmine, though it was winter and the night’s snowfall had blanketed everything in white…, everything but the footprints leading from the window near his bed.

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It’s the second dream like this, the first this past summer on that night at the beach.  Dreaming ?  Maybe, but again, what about those footprints ?  …again last night…, footprints, footprints that lead to nowhere.  Was he going mad ?  Had he crossed some invisible line of mental behavior ?  He didn’t think so.

Ok…  It was time to get ready for work…, and the driveway needed to be cleared.  As he started down the driveway with the snowblower, he noticed that the footprints he had seen earlier had somehow disappeared.  There had been no more snow to cover them.  They were simply gone.  Had they ever existed  ?  It was late.  No time to dwell on this now.  He had to get to work.   Footprints…?

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Good Night Everybody !!!

May you find rest in your sleep

Peace in your mind

And Love in your heart !

4 thoughts on “The First Snow

  1. A nice beginning! I’ll be interested to see in what direction it goes! It leaves me hanging… intentionally I’m sure..LOL 😀

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