Without thinking, only feeling, I crossed this boardwalk time and time again. Mostly alone, occasionally with someone I cared enough to show. It’s been there. It will be there. I’ll cross again.
But what if I don’t? What if I can’t.
What if the trail, wet and green. Or covered with orange, red, brown of autumn. Or white and closed for winter. But never closed to me.
What if a farewell unanticipated? All too soon?
And the bench there, taken for granted. But it’s there that I compiled, determined, humbled and reconsidered. Then stood fortified to cross one more time.
Thank you, both. Thank you. For all the times I never said it.
I’ll cross again.
Great photo and sentiments.
I have thought the same thing! Just a different walkway and bench. We always think that there will time to return. That is one of the reasons I have a camera everywhere I go…to document the moments just in case I will never stop by again….love your post!!!
Very artistic Rey.
Beautiful. There is a nature trail like this near my home and every time I walk on it, I’m always hoping no one else is because it feels very much like a secret place to me when I’m there. It looks so much like your photo. I love the artistry in your words as well!
Hey – thanks all for the comments. This is a small boardwalk path a few miles from my house. Obviously, it’s a place with a great deal of meaning for me. Glad you like the image and words.
Way to hit HOME Rey! There are too many things we take for granted in life, like this “simple” eloquent path. The words you write resonate with most of us I am sure. How many times have I passed up something without thinking. Or passed on a photo op, “knowing” I will come back to it, but never do. Thanks for the photo and the reminder!
Well said, Rodney. Thanks!