Monday, June 6, 2011

Whispers

 One of my favorite times of day-just before sunrise...the sky is turning shades of pink, lavender, and blue, and the street lights are still on. My favorite time to walk-no one is awake, no one around. You can hear the trees, buildings-even the road-whispering of things past. Who walked past here, so-n-so sat on this bench...this couple kissed here, n that couple pushed their child in a carriage there...tellings of other lives, sung melodies of days gone by...a time for reflection, "who am I, and what do I have to offer this life? How can I leave my mark, so that I will be whispered about in the days yet to come?"

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