A Little

The snows have receded opening new trails and vistas to walk through. It is warmer and I write this while sitting precariously upon a ledge, face to the sun in front of a running brook partially covered with ice at the edges...the water clear and quite noisy.....

Something troubles me....though I am unable to pinpoint it. Like the brook, it flows from reaches unknown above across my path and then on downward.... somewhere... all without my touching it.... Questioning I wonder, which is more valuable - friendship or love? The running water flows quietly through the life of the stream bank... carrying its abundance to another destination. Like a friend the currents cut their mark along the bank ... leaving a record of their presence before moving onward... in this case never to return. Maybe timing is the critical ingredient. I think the water moves so fast without lingering to become acquainted with the bank, it cannot intimately know the bank...its warm soil.... only a sense of it as it passes on by. Yet, the grasses along the edges of the bank will require the moisture of the brook if they are to flourish and grow over the summer season ahead. If I were the water I would like to be nearer the flowers and grasses to learn of their scents, cradle in their arms and receive their shade on the hot days. In time, by the fall, maybe I would have fallen in love at which time their changing autumn colours would provide indication of our mutual love and friendship. Further along in time, I as the water would once again freeze to ensure, the one I love does not get lost over the long cold winter which lies ahead next year....by holding things close.

Through my life a recurring theme has emerged much like the waters of the spring....it is that.....all relationships start as friendships.... the real good one's become lover's...but only if they linger long enough to walk in the mud along the bank...smiling as it squeeshes between the toes....and slithers across the sole. Love is another beast however.........something I have not succeeded at....maybe I'll just enjoy the water in front and the wind in my hair for now....