The end of a season always brings reflection.
Just a month ago, the path was swept clean by the wind of thunderstorms. Green leaves still clung tight to their branches and the bench served it's many visitors well. It held the dogs on their leashes as the walkers took a break and rested...reflected...on their dreams - albeit daydreams of a life outside of their livelihoods. Often in the late afternoons, the bench welcomed it's daily visitor...an elderly gentleman who had a special connection to the children of the area...he was an anchor to children who may not have had other adults to count on but they could always count on him. God willing, he will return next May to claim his afternoon vantage point again. Now only the fading ghosts of Summer remain...the voices and laughter...lizards basking in the shafts of sunlight...even the birds of Summer have left for warmer days down south.
Recently, a man I knew was ripped from the fabric of life unexpectedly by way of a freak accident. I didn't know him well...only a passing acquaintance walking past him now and then on paths such as this. One day here...the next...gone. When I saw this bench once the center of so much attention now empty...I was reminded of that gentleman...mid 40's. How fleeting life really is. A poem I once read spoke of each day lived is one less to you have on this earth...I would rather think of it as given to me as one more day on this earth.
I hope you live this weekend to the fullest...taking advantage of each day and thankful for the time we have been given.
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