The leaves have changed color and the breeze is rather cold. I wonder if I’ll remember a simple day like this, even when I’m old. It’s Wednesday. I’ve never really liked Wednesday’s. It feels as thought the day is sagging from the burdens of the past and the future.

“I’ve always hated Wednesdays" the whisper escapes my mouth.

“How come?” The stranger to my right asks. The bench creaks as the stranger sits down. Tearing my eyes from the park for one second, I catch a glimpse of luxerions dark brown hair. My cane hits the side walk three times as I prepare to speak but the young gentlemen next to me continues on, “I find Wednesday’s rather beautiful, I always meet my wife on Wednesdays” I could hear the warmth of his smile in every word.
“We were just married yesterday, weren’t we? Yes that’s right on Tuesday” he smiles.

“Well…“ I begin gesturing to the man.

“Tom" he points to himself.

“Ah yes, Tom. You seem like a lovely young man..“ I comment.

“Why thank you sir..I” he turns in my direction.

“How old are you? ” I ask.

“twenty two” he answers.

“Well… Tom listen in. It’s wonderful that you love Wednesday’s truly. Just you wait, until you have your grandkids screaming at you for presents and your doctor scheduling weekly appointments that your daughter is late to pick you up for,” I turn to the young man “Then…just then you’ll understand why I hate Wednesday’s”.
A silence echos in the park as the leaves rustle in a hurry.

After looking out at the park, I feel my back begin to ache as I wonder just how long it is going to take my daughter to pick me up for my appointment. ”Oh, hello sir… today is Wednesday correct?" the young man begins.

“Why yes it is” I chuckle, “ we were just talk-”

“I love Wednesdays. I find them rather beautiful. I always meet my wife on Wednesdays. In fact on Tuesda-” he continues.

“Tom! Tom.. ” a young lady runs up with a golden retriever. " well, well I was just talking about our wedding yesterday” the young man smiles.

“Were you now?" She giggles. As she helps him up, she turns back to me and whispers “thank you”.

“For what?“ I chuckle.

“We’ve been married for three years, but it’s been months since he has mentioned Wednesday. It’s been Tuesday for the longest time “ she smiles and begins their journey away.

“Hey dad, so sorry I’m late. I know how much you hate it when I’m late but I got caught up at work and little Janie was so hyper…“ she rambles.

“Thank you” the words wash over me like a blanket. “For what, dad?” a rather confused look covers her face.
“Just…thank you” the silence is forever comforting. “Wednesdays are rather beautiful”.

Breathtaking. It’s breathtaking to see all the wonders of life in a beautiful hue. To feel the warmth of a baby’s smile and the kiss of the sun’s heat all through one’s eyes. The intelligent slant of millions strands of grass, reminding every cell within me of the never ending cycle. To see beyond the sky, beyond the scale, to feel the shine of the stars even in the day. This breathtaking view, so beautiful, so unforgettable. This, is infinity.

When opportunity was scarce he was my provider, In love, in care, in courage altogether, It was not clear for what reason he left my side All I know is that it left me feeling dry, All the pain of yesterday was as clear as mud Muddling my thoughts, rearranging distraught thought tracks, Why was I still here, why did I still care? Why was I going places where my heart was going nowhere? I could not leave him, I could not hate him, When opportunity was scarce he was my provider, And when all was lost , he light up the path Life is a long road, But together we walked along the rocky path, That was why he believed in love.

Above me sounds plow, Over and over the snow begins to pile, Nonexistent to the voices above me, Losing touch of my own body,

Still the sun’s rays shine on me through the glittering snow, A wall meant to hide all down below,

Is it worth the risk to break through and face such a treacherous metallic enemy ?

To the enemy I am nonexistent, For I am nothing but underneath the snow.

A leaf to start but where lies the path to go? Gone with the wind, engulfed in the flow, To where does the heart of a young one sway, Whenever one hopes to be at one’s own age, Leaves come and go with every seasonal tide, Wind, rain, snow each season bleeding more into the personality side, Drowning with no water and breathing with no air, Climbing invisible mountains and feeling the sun’s embrace, Each a mark of all the remarkable sensations of life, Each a seasonal greeting.

I’m on my way to save all sides of me, I’m on my way to defeat every broken piece of me, If only time could pause If I could take a second to savor my ragged peace forever, I’m on my way to salvage what is left of you, Fragments of myself reflect in your every corner, I’m on my way to face my strongest enemy in the most raw form of myself, I am on my way.

The sky was as dark as black coffee. The stars were few that very night. A slight breeze sent chills down my spine. One letter, no envelope, and a million words in front of me. The paper crinkled and wobbled in the dim night.

“You realize once you do this , you can never go back. You understand?” His low voice grumbled in the night.

“I do. That’s exactly why I have to.” Without another word, I hand him the cold paper. Leaving him with just a souvenir of our love.

Dear love, This is not your fault and this is not mine. No matter how much I tried this world remained too much for me. At this point you may think I am planning to end my life but it’s the far opposite. You were my world. You were my everything. I gave you my everything and left nothing for me. So I have to leave, far away. Where? That is no longer your business. You left me and thought you could crawl back into my heart. Well you did it, congratulations. When you showed up at my door five years ago saying “this was all my fault and there was no going back now”. I finally understood, to you I was a safety net that didn’t even need a second thought. I was your second rail to grab when the first fell over. Well, guess what? I’m pulling myself up, without your help. What am I going to do? Everything you told me I couldn’t. That’s why I have to say goodbye. For you, for me, and for our past selves, past love.

With love, S.

Tears stained my favorite coat. The ticket checker abruptly grabs my ticket .
“Are you alright?” “Yes, I can finally breathe.”

In world full of accomplishments It’s hard to feel accomplished, One foot than another One dream going under,

This thought, this feeling that the world has pushed down, This dream, this hope, that I’ve denied sound, It brings life to me, It encourages me, It’s the wind beneath my wings, The flame behind my light,

Before I go, I wish for no regrets, Before I go, I wish to engrave this feeling in my heart, Before I go, I wish to be proud.

That extra step. I could never take the extra step to become closer. Doesn’t matter if it’s a preschool fight over candy or a financial matter, sacrifice is not for me. I married him because I thought sacrifice was not for him either. I didn’t want to do that, I didn’t want to burden him with the thought of being indebted,no matter the situation. If we both fought for ourselves, then couldn’t we stand together in peace? My heart would never be broken, his heart would never sink. Still, even on the brink of death, he sacrificed his life to save mine…after all I did. How could I experience true love if I only choose to sacrifice heartbreak. It’s too late to go back, my heart is his. Now it’s my turn to sacrifice.

One glance is all it takes, One glance takes my breath away, One smile to make a heart flutter, One smile to make my eyelashes batter,

All it takes is one glance, one smile, one word, All it takes is one breath, one moment, one memory to fall in love,

“Anybody can fall in love and be blindly happy,” Not everyone can take the moment to fall in love with nature, Not everyone can take the time to fall in love with the way the water reflects the sun’s painting, Taking time to appreciate the way the notes dance off the pages, The way the sun shines through the trees, The way the hummingbird Sings and the bees buzz,

That moment where it’s just you and space, That moment when the rain is falling, and the world is still standing, That moment when the world is revolving, and you are still standing When you are breathing in the cool air at five A.M, When your heart beats at the climax of that one song,

Falling in love can be wonderful, Falling in love can be memorable, Life is extraordinary.