Mirrored Reflections

I walked to my perch this eve needing to sit and think.... hoping to capture something which was left behind somewhere. The lake was calm, I could see my reflection in the water and wondered at the time that was why the spirits brought me here tonight... to find something in myself....to talk to me. As I watched the reflection it appeared at times to be crystal clear...almost like a mirror when I reached moments where seemingly a conclusion arrived. Drifting off into the twilight lost in silence the reflection faded and seemed to blur somewhat, almost as if the feeling had not yet formed... idea's not yet borne.... sentiments floating softly through time and place without a face.

Suddenly something magical transpired. Watching the reflections I could see the mountain peaks glancing across the surface... like another was looking at me... with me.... sitting by me. Then it came to me. When I was younger I remember my dad taking my hand and we would go for walks.... usually they were short walks but we would always sit down and rest at some point. During those moments we would chat about anything and everything... I remember walking back afterwards always feeling as if something had been sorted out.... and would be happy for yet another while. Tonight, I could not find my answers in the reflections... since they were blurred most of the time. But once I saw the mountains I "felt" it was my father helping me to see.... by appearing as the mountains I then strived harder to see their reflections, thus to understand what I was trying to find.

As the sun began to fall the lake's surface became increasingly still and I could see myself very clearly.... and thought "that is the meassge".... to look at myself.... Without recognizing it, and as only my face remained the mountains had vanished and returned to their home high up and off in the distance. With that I smiled and knew.... tonight I needed a hand to sit with me and take that rest once again.