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.
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