Every now and again, I have a moment of clarity.
Through the fog and fury, for an instant, I remember.
The air is cool, smelling of spring and pine.
I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face.
I feel young, free.
Believe it or not, there was a time when I was gentle, content and maybe even kind.
There wasn't always this bitterness or skepticism.
If you close your eyes, can you see the person you once were?
Sadly, I cannot.
But, for one fleeting moment, I did.
I can't make you feel my heart as it once was, but maybe I can relay the sense of tranquility and hope.
Think weeping willow blowing ever so slightly on a warm breeze.
A meandering stream winding around sandy banks.
The far away sound of a hawk calling to his mate.
Feel the beat of your own heart, slow, hypnotic.
That was where I was for a short time.
Just long enough to yearn for the comfort yet, not long enough to have imprinted with any permanence.
I will get there again.
If you happen to see me along the way, remind me of the journey I am on, I may get sidetracked.
If you are already there,
I'm on my way.
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