Friday, March 03, 2006

People in the wind

I am amazed at the way people come into and out of our lives like leaves blown by the wind. Some people are like that stray dog that comes by the house and allows you to pet it and then wanders away never to be seen again. Others are like the little burrs that stick to you when you walk in the woods; they are painful until you get rid of them – which is better than those like the stuff you step in and wind up scraping off your shoe with a stick. Some are like those beautiful spring mornings where the dew lays on the grass like sparkling diamonds and the fragrance of new blossoms lingers on the air then all too soon is gone - lost in the heat of summer. Then there are those that are like your old battered jeans, worn out sneakers, and threadbare T-shirt that you cant wait to change into when you get home – you can be yourself around them and feel right at home. They rustle and blow in the winds of change, a swirling rainbow of shapes and colors that makes out world a brighter place to live.


LaGitana said...

I was just thinking about that the other day, how random it seems which people will become important to you and which will fall away.

Cherry Blossom said...

Amazingly written!

Thank you very much:)