The Hidden Path

There was another heavy frost last night, It didn't lift until late on in the day. It was a day when the cold seemed to reach to my very soul, I was bitter. When I walked I forgot my gloves, whatever damage I have done to my hand I was told to try and keep it warm so today's excursion was not ideal and surely enough the pain seemed to worsen.

I walked as far as the tide would allow me today, my path to the extremes of my walk curtailed by the waves. My blues were chased away after talking to my friend, their kind words, understanding and support, lifting my spirits and warming my heart.

I left the foreshore for the path, it is not often used and is again very quiet as everyone seems to prefer the beach, the winter sun started to burn through the haar and as I turned she was low behind the trees with just a burst defeating the branches and like a super trouper it seemed to light the path, eerie almost mystical but incredibly beautiful to my eye. I yearned for my friend's company and know that soon we will walk here again...