Journey Through Time

Branches crackle and break under careless feet. The pungent smell of decaying leaves, pine and dirt are made more intense by the gently stirring breeze. The heat of the day creeps out of nowhere as refuge is sought in a cool draught of icy water.  Spilling a little onto the neck, letting it slowly trickle down, offering a delightful teasing of cool refreshment.  An errant strand of hair is mindlessly brushed off the face before another deep drink of the revitalizing liquid.  Mosquitoes, birds and crickets compete with a strong echo from the past, silent footsteps of those who came before.  A heavy but welcome presence permeates as the souls of yesterday demand attention.  They leave behind memories in the form of small discarded or lost relics waiting to be uncovered and once again cherished.  But that they could speak their minds and tell their tales, instead leaving more questions than answers and a small token that connects to what once was.  A tie that binds to the past while giving reverence to the hallowed ground upon which they traveled, a journey we’ve now taken together.