The Road

As I go through my recently passed wife’s belongings, I find an old photograph of a  dirt road
I pick it up and gaze at the two dimensional image which seems to shift before my eyes
The scene reaches out and invites me to come with it on a path to glory and contentment – to utter peace
I pleasantly fall into the frame  – into all of my days past – where a summer sun brilliantly crowns the long grass that lines the way
The road cuts through rich fields that drape the earth’s crust, softening the landscape for as far as the eye can see
I bump along in an old jalopy, listening to the lazy chirping of crickets when I hear singing
I see others on their way to a celebration and I fall in line
Dust in the air and the sounds of laughter
Food for all – plenty
Swimming and children playing – a picnic of ghosts
As the day ends, sun touching the horizon, a chilly breeze scatters leaves and revelers as warm homes and beds beckon
A tired orange globe sets fire to the dust that follows the jalopy on its journey
Every revolution of the wheels grinds into the earth a confirmation that we
passed this way – remembering
I stop and look behind me to see a fading image of myself holding the photograph – then it flickers and is gone
I decide not to turn back
My wife smiles at me as I put the car back into gear and we jerk forward
On that road, on that summer evening, crickets chirping, as the sun winks out of sight

Published by ldinlove

I am an eccentric blogger and artist. I currently live off-grid which makes for some great stories. :)

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