Trail of Dust

Trail of Dust: Following a trail of dust on the road of love. We can’t see that far ahead. We can’t see that far behind. There is a feeling of excitement and intrepidity as the road winds. We feel as though we have traveled this winding road before. Yet, each trip has its own uniqueness. This uniqueness sets each trip apart.

High in the air the dust raise and settles upon a large area as it falls. A good part of the area where the dust has settled consists of memories. Another part signifies consequences, both good and bad. A trail of dust in the clouds of love is a covering that clings to the skin. It absorbs into the pores. This changes both the appearance and disposition of the holder.

Ahead is whatever will be and behind is what is left, and the dust make both a shadow of themselves. Along the way there are side roads to take, many leading to dead ends and others leading to cliffhangers. All detours are clear of the dust of love.

A trail of dust that only a willing heart can follow. It reveals a temperament that does not allow moods to affect behavior. Settle down to the ground. Rest upon the waters. Let the freshest of air flow through the particles of being. Do not be afraid to make and correct a mistake.

Following is not leading and leading is not as a result of. Some roads are best not straight, and a crooked path not conform to symmetry and certainly not to math. High above the head the dust of love swirls. Usually, a breeze or a gust of wind catches the dust of love. Then it is blown away.

And then there is that cherished remnant of dust particle that remains, enduring upheavals and overpowering obstacles. The path has been tracked before, but the journey is a new one filled with hope and promise.