[u]A Familiar Path[/u]
I stroll through night’s streets, the cool air gently numbs my skin and I welcome it. Each breath seems to linger at the back of my throat and inside my nose, the feeling is one that is so dear to me that I anticipate and long for the next breath. My path takes me through pulses of warm orange light, but my goal isn’t quite a reality, it is just a memory reclaimed with each step. Dark veined leaves cast flitting shadows into the islands of warmth and although I understand them they unnerve me. Clear footsteps approach me and reach a subtle crescendo before passing away into the night. I think of her who stood beside me the one memorable time I walked this familiar path, but in her presence the night was absent, all that was without was absent and she was within. A bell chimes far off and once more, what is without caresses me with cool hands and cold ember glow that are but memories of her warm embrace and blazing love.
