Day breaks, and with it the promise of rain.Sullen skies sulk their way across the restless landscape.Trees tossed and twisted to distortion on an angry wind signalled the coming of yet another english summer. Seasons have changed so much in the past few years. Global warming, acid rain, the greenhouse effect, have all contributed to bringing about such unpredictability and I for one entertain an ever growing concern for future generations.When will all this madness end? I ask myself,when indeed!What once I took for granted now hangs in the balance,and everyday something treasured slips silently towards extinction.Is money to be the ruination of mankind?Money and the ability to see no further than the accumilation of wealth.On days like these thoughts of this nature consume my times of meditation and allow little or no room for much else.Happily I remember those carefree days of not so long ago as they wend their way along the pathways of my mind. Crazy summer moments spent in the company of freedom and laughter. The warmth from the sun soothing and rejuvenating my lifes spirit at the end of a cold hard winter. Autums that danced their way into the fading emerald landscape adding lustre to the chilly mornings with her vibrant reds and golds. How very far away those magical days seem now. Far in the distance of my mind they sleep, only to be awakened periodicaly by a remembered scent on a passing breeze,or a song that would manifest itself in an instance still, after all this time connected to a special time and place, that by some quirk of circumstance could be brought to the fore and relived again and again in one fleeting moment of time. I look to the future and feel an ever growing need for change.Things that once were, places, people,laughter, tears, all packed neatly away and ever ready to accompany me on the next step of my lifes journey. A silent sigh escapes my lips, as a lonley tear trickles down my ageing cheek for a love that could never be. How I loved the mornings then, how brightly the sun shone on my days, Laughter and smiles adorned my once shrouded face, my heart sang and my soul took flight. A different warmth spread through my veins and each moment would be a moment that I would remember all my life.The softness of his voice, the gentleness in his words,Oh the imortality of it all. But that seems so very long ago now, and what was then has slipped silently into the quickening shadows of sleep and dreams.A solitary place to which I can return when my soul needs to love again and to be loved.Reflected in my minds eye,and now buried within the catacombs of my heart, a love lives on....
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I really enjoyed reading this story...yes, these days of uncertainty with climatic changes, extinction of animal species, materialism and money seems to have no respect for the true treasures in life.
Love and loving...and so.. I wonder if we could ever really know the fullness of love, if we never had to grieve.Lol

