On my way home the grass in the field bent in unison under the wind and made wavy patterns on both sides of the path. And for the first time in a while, I felt the wind pushing me instead of pulling. It's always a little more comforting to be nudged than to be tugged upon. I realized that until that moment, for the longest time, I felt as if i was being dragged somewhere whether I wanted to end up there or not. But suddenly I felt the gentle push from behind -more like friendly encouragement or support.
It felt strange but somehow familiar.
Though the air is different here, I recognized a particular scent: a tinge of death, over-powered by the promise of new life and there, just barely noticeable... It was so good that I took a little pause right there on the path and watched the fields dance. I was alone though it wasn't that late. I turned into the wind to welcome it upon my face and that's when I saw you standing behind me.
I felt my limbs grow lighter though I certainly wasn't high; it had been at least two long years since we'd last said goodbye.
I just smiled and you smiled back at me. I thought to speak but didn't want to interrupt the rustling of the trees.
We just enjoyed the moment looking into each other's eyes. I sensed you hadn't returned to stay but it was still such a nice surprise.
You were, as always, stunning in the crisp and breezy air -that simple smile and gleaming look, with your legs and arms all bare.
I watched some leaves scatter past and pretended they were thousand dollar bills. But I didn't care to see them go, it was the thought of your departure that gave me chills.
But there was something there behind your look and although we didn't speak, I knew for certain this was by no means the last time we would meet.
I waved and smiled and you beamed right back, then turned and walked away, leaving me with the courage that I'd lacked and hope for a brand new day.
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