A Nightly Walk

I wind my way along the concrete trails each evening.

I am not filled with sadness to be in such a place.

I feel serenity and peace.

My mind is full of wonder at the stories held down by stones.

Few follow my path. Some just drive through.

Most come to remember another time and place.

A watering can to bring to a life a beautiful summer flower.

Ballons to honor something. Maybe a birthday?

Tears I cannot see or hear but know they are falling.

Wildlife scampers to tiptoes with delicate feet.

Thankful for the time.

The solitude replenishes my mind and body.