Dear One,
Mourn not the quick passing of our summers, least one precious moment be lost. If fate has decreed that for this time we meet only in warm green, it is not ours to curse or to despair, but rather to catch and hold each moment granted, to care for these as the priceless things they are, pressing them between the folds of our minds where they can be savored and contemplated whenever we wish.
Heed no season but the seasons of your mind and one summer can last a life time. I, l like you, fear and dread the winter sky and can offer no answer but this: Walk straight with your head held high and your long hair flowing, full knowing, that, though I am not at you side, it is there that I long to be. And although the road be winding and elusive, I am always walking toward you.
So rejoice that we have had this season together and someday, soon perhaps, we may forsake the howling wind for an eternal summer.
Copyright © 2014 Martina Sabo
I just read this again, and I just had to tell you that I love this picture!
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