When was the last time you followed that path, the one you committed to heart by accident?

An ending that you knew would always arrive precisely when it did, but the nothingness of it’s passing caught you off guard.

You failed to savor that last breath, failed to hold it in your lungs till they were ready to burst.

The water rushing by – you did not heed it’s subtle whispers to stay, awash in its lulling rhythm.

Never did you act upon the instinct to memorialize the scent of the powdery winter snow or that of the spring dew as it was coaxed back to the clouds by the morning sun!

How could you forsake the now estranged embrace of the early fog as it blanketed the ground to shield such an oasis from the overbearing scrutiny of day?