A nighttime walk upon the lagoons
Friday, November 15, 2013 at 10:43PM 
Tonight I went walking on the two lagoons that separate Barrow from Browerville. It was nice out there. The chill air wonderful. I conversed with a dear friend of mine who is no longer here. I am the only one who speaks in these conversations yet, somehow, it feels like we connect very well when I walk out here on these lagoons and all is quiet. The moon was almost full, but not quite.
I spoke to my friend about matters of importance to me and then, as I walked near a pole that cast a long shadow over snow-buried frozen water, I heard the sudden rev of an engine to my right. I turned to look and in an instant this truck roared past, it's spinning tires throwing up snow. The conversation with my friend came to an end.
It was okay. I had said what I needed to say. One can only speak to the dead for so long and then one must move along.
Text added and second photo incorporated at 10:49 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues - day 55 and counting.
Reader Comments (2)
What a special alone time. You absolutely know they are aware of the conversation. Its a gift, and so was the friend.
Such a touching post. Today I've been thinking of my mother. Tomorrow would have been her birthday. She's been gone 21 years and still I miss her everyday. She was only 62 and in 3 months I will be the same age as she was when ovarian cancer took her from us. I still remember the words she spoke when I had to tell her she was dying. "I wanted to live to be an old grandmother". Often I think of my mom when I see pictures of Margie with your grandsons. Mother was loving with my nephew as Margie is with her little ones.
Rebecca