The Lovely, Winding Road
For all life’s unexpected turns, it’s patches of shade and shadow, its dips into deep valleys and challenging climbs back to the light, isn’t it, still, such a lovely, winding road?
For all its unwanted goodbyes, and nights of fear-filled darkness, its frozen winters and days of endless rain, isn’t it, still, such a matchless journey?
Think of the eyes that look into your own with love. Think of touching a baby’s toes. Think of watching a sunrise, of hearing a child’s laugh.
Think of the fragrance of lavender, the texture of velvet, the sound of waves lapping on the shore.
Think of fat clouds in a blue sky, heaped taller than mountains. Think of mountains and forests and deserts and seas.
Think of your childhood and all you have done since then. Think what it will be like, looking back on today when you’ve traveled twenty more years. Think what your face will look like when you’re eighty.
Think of the fun you have had, the work you have done, the friends you have made, the places you’ve seen. Think of all the music you know, the stories you have heard, the books you have read, the games you have played, the arts you’ve enjoyed, the teams you have cheered.
Think of the warmth of sunlight on your skin on an early spring day, of a sky full of stars and air full of song. Think of the fragrance of freshly mown grass and of lilacs and of the ocean.
Think of walruses and penguins, of butterflies and kangaroos. Think about a camera flying light years into space to send you postcards from the nebulae and galaxies.
Think of all thoughts you have thought, the facts you have learned, the puzzles you have solved. Think of all the questions that have never been answered and never will be. Think of all the dreams you have dreamed and of those that still wait for you to make them come true.
Think of all the emotions that have coursed through your soul, the passions and the longing, the hilarity and the peace. Think how your lungs have breathed so much air, how your heart has pumped whole rivers of blood through your veins. Think how wondrous ears are, and eyelids.
Think of all the people you have touched and loved and who have loved and touched you.
Oh yes. For all its dips and shadows, isn’t it, still, such a lovely, winding road?
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