Quite Possible Walking along the shore under a sunny and warm sky with the gentlest breezes ever I run across a simple seashell not that different from others on the shore. But, this one shell seemed to call my name I tried to walk to by and leave it and just dismiss the whole thing. The seashell kept calling and calling me as if it knew me so I eventually picked it up and I carried it for sometime as I continued walking. The day went on like normal the sun was in transition preparing itself to set with its final array of colors all across the spectrum as the waves were glistening with the colors of the setting sun I found myself daydreaming slightly. I had visions of me taking children to school, ironing the wife’s clothes for work, changing the oil in my car, looking at myself cooking smothered chops with homemade mash potatoes with steamed broccoli covered in extra sharp cheese and a German chocolate cake with butter pecan ice cream for dessert and sitting on the side was a nice chilled glass of amaretto. I was then whisked to another scene in the park having a late brunch which consisted of simple blt sandwiches with sprite as a drink as I watched the whole thing unfold it seemed as if I was just there as a spectator but also a participant in the very evolution and change of my life. Like I watching myself grow and change into someone I’ve always wanted to be and believed that I could become one day. Then oddly enough the scene changed yet again I was in the bedroom changing the sheets when all of a sudden I was in the middle of a family pillow fight I was filled beyond measure and all words to express the feelings of elation I was experiencing. Never having experienced anything like those images that I saw I wondered why I was being shown these very beautiful and moving scenes. Then it came to me finally after all this time had passed which I missed entirely. I found myself sitting on a rock as the waves crashed on the shore and the moon was just coming up and out and I found that the seashell I had picked up I was holding it to my ear but strangely enough I don’t remember when I put it to my ear or in actually how long I had been sting there. In any case I thought about what I had been privy to either it was a future I had to get to, or a past that I had already lived or, was it even in another timeline or dimension that showed another version of me. Whichever it was no longer mattered because those memories and feelings were mine forever as was the seashell that called my name….
Posted on: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 06:15:47 +0000
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