The air has changed again; days getting longer and evenings, warmer. As I wander along the glistening canal, a swan glides gracefully across the surface and catches my eye. Watching her move through the water, I am lost in time and everything stops still. A memory of me as a boy watching planes thunder down the runway and lift off into the air comes back to me out of absolutely nowhere. I stay there until the sound of a train rattling somewhere in the distance pulls me abruptly out of my reverie. I continue on. The wind picks up and blows through the weeping willow, making the branches sway majestically. A man jogs past me and for a brief moment I can hear his lungs fill with air and quickly empty. I smile as I suddenly become aware of my own breathing and it occurs to me that we are all built the same; we are one. I can’t remember the last time I jogged.
The early evening sun continues to beat down onto me and fills me with its last rays of warmth. Soon, the sky will get darker and the air, cooler. In a few short hours I will be turning my clocks forward again before drifting off to sleep. But right now, I’m here, walking along the canal with my bright yellow daffodils lining the path.
happy yellow daffodils for you, darling!
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Ahhh, and always for you too angel. x
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This post brings back such sweet memories for me. Weeping willows and daffodils. Thanks!
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It's interesting your use of “she” for a swan. I would have said “he”; “she” is more romantic. I'll say “she” for swans from now on 🙂
Thanks for sharing!
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Hi Mitch, I'm glad that it brought back sweet memories. Daffs are the essence of Spring. Wishing you a very happy, sunny season:-)
Hey Jay. Funny you say that because I had originally used 'He' but changed it at the last minute for that reason. Hope all is well with you:-)
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