Tomorrow I start walking. What miles lie ahead? Who will I see? Who will I meet? What will I think upon those open roads?.........I follow in footsteps of those long since past.......
Will it remind me of a walk eight months ago? Of a moment, of a second, of a fragment of time? Will my mind show me faces I have known? Faces I have loved?
One step, follows two steps, follows three steps, follow four...... And how my legs ache to walk. To stretch over this vast countryside. To explore. To find.
Not away from something....but towards a destination.
Already I see the green of the fields. Already I smell and feel the rain on my face.....already I feel the warmth of the spring sunshine kissing my pale skin and allowing me to breathe...... already I hear the open rivers as they tussle towards the sea. Already I sense the strangers' faces passing.....stories etched within their brows.....Each one a mass of words from within, waiting to tumble into the world.
And will I see fairies or ghosts from the past? Will I see castles and rainbows and princesses in towers? Will I meet knights in armour or bakers of bread?
And will I hear the grass growing under my tread? The wind singing her joy through the trees. The plants and the flowers whispering my name?
Will I feel the cold snow under my feet? Will my toes be kissed upon warm earth? Will paths be lost and seconds gained? Will I see moonlight, slicing the clouds with her pureness of white? Will I see roses blushing for the sun? Bluebells dancing with joy? Cherry trees dressing in flowers of delicate pink?
Will I see swans and geese sweeping overhead, deer and rabbits running for home? Will new lambs born be leaping and jumping around......as fat bumblebees, blown by winds, blaze forward?
Who knows but the walk?
Tomorrow I start walking. Tomorrow is a good day.........