Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
I always think it’s so funny how time flies. I seriously cannot believe it’s actually Thanksgiving and the start of the holidays. Where did the time go?
Anyway, besides this day being full of so many things to be thankful for, for me it’s always about giving back as well. In relation to this blog, the most I can give is reviews, videos, and my own writing. That being said, I also want to take the time now to say how awesome all the viewers of my blog are. I’m nearing my hundredth post according to the data, and I cannot believe that I’ve come this far in this endeavor. But I couldn’t have come this far without you guys, so I wanted to say thank you for continuing to support my work in this area, and I really appreciate the time I’ve been given to share what I love most here.
All that said, I haven’t written anything new in a while, and I have an idea just tickling the back of my mind….
Time is a funny thing. We are together one day, gone the next. The clouds above us are white and heavy in a dark blue sky, and I lean against you. Close my eyes and exhale slowly. Your lips are mere inches from my cheek, but the tension is too great for the two to meet. Instead, I sigh heavily as it all flows by. The sky is already beginning to turn pink with the coming of sunrise, and we are older now, yet I still feel like a child in your arms.
I caress your cheek with my free hand, and smell the scent of pine in the air. I look out, and in the darkness I can see the black outlines of pine trees. I see something else. A lone wolf has taken up rest for the morning following his so-wild hunt for food. You embrace me protectively as the wolf looks out at us out of those dark, knowing eyes. I shiver against you as this wolf gets up and draws near to us. You kiss my forehead and I want to run, but we are frozen in time. The sad irony that it froze right then causes me to throw my head back in despair as the wolf stops at our feet.
I wait for the bite I know is coming. You reach feebly in your pocket for something to defend us against this lone dog. Rather than bite, though, the wolf has knelt down at our feet and let loose a long, mournful howl. Ignoring my fear, I kneel down beside the animal, and time speeds up again. I caress this animal with my hands, tempted to embrace it, but you are pulling me back. I glare at you, but rather than punish me for my actions, you kneel down before the wolf and hold out your hand.
The wolf’s kisses are short and wonderful, and rather than interfere, I watch as the wolf wags his tail at you and pants in excitement like a puppy. I glance up at the trees and can see the sun shining in the morning sky. I kneel down with you and tousle the animal’s fur as it begins to moan. I look at you, but in that one second, the wolf vanishes. How or why, I do not know, but I look up at the sky once more, and am astonished. It is once again night!
I blinked and it was over! The wolf is gone, and we are alone in this snowy forest, holding onto each other for fear of time taking this beautiful moment from us. It had already taken the wolf, or is there something else at work here, besides the devilish speed of time? An eternity is one second, one second is eternity. Why?
I look at you in sadness as you embrace me and I weep in your cold arms. It is all too much, too fast, too soon gone. I look up, and it is morning again, and rather than slow down, I know it will only speed up. There are a million wolves in the world, but I miss the lone one who visited us all-too-briefly. The time enveloping us gives us these moments together, but in your arms I fear that they are drawing to a close. It is sad, and all too quick.
You look at me meaningfully and hand me a flower, and I look at you, amazed. Where did it come from? There is only this snowy landscape around us. You smile gently as you put the flower in my hair, and whisper to me just as slowly and lovingly:
I want time to stop, but I know that it is up and you must go. You smile sadly and kiss my cheek. I watch as you depart and become one with the sky, and feel alone.
Then I notice the flower in my hands.
I reach into my hair, but the flower you originally gave me is still there. I watch in wonder as the flower in my hands turns into a dove, and kisses me and blesses me as you watch from the stars. I look up at you and weep afresh, but I am no longer crying tears of sadness. It is gone, the moment, but that does not mean there will never be other wonderful moments. I smile up at you as you wink and wave goodbye as the moment ends and a new one floods my life.
And I wait for it with my eyes and heart wide open.