April
06-09-2003, 06:59 PM
I closed the novel and placed it on the bedside table, then reached up and switched off the lamp. I stood in the darkness of my bedroom and stared out my window. I took a seat on the cushioned sill and lay my head back against the wall behind me. I sat in the stillness and let the scene outside and the warmth within collide inside my soul and waited for my heart and head to begin its journey. As I watched the snow falling upon the hushed world of night I went back in time, to other places and other snowfalls. I remembered a snowball fight with my brothers, sister, cousins, and friends. I recalled walking with friends along a quiet street laughing softly about something or other. I felt the cold rush of air hit my face as I flew down the hill atop my sled. I tasted warm hot chocolate sliding down my throat and to my toes. I felt cool lips upon my own as the clock struck twelve. I saw faces and heard voices that I no longer knew. I met people who had passed and held them close. I whispered a prayer and felt the angel’s arms enclose me. He kissed my tearstained cheeks and answered Amen.