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  You held the door open beckoning my desire to enter your secret cottage in the forest. There was no visible pathway leading me to you only the pathway in my mind as the breezes ushered me through the grassy field.

The aroma of the setting, the sounds of tranquilly, the flickering candlelight and the relaxation waiting within, lay deep in my soul. You whisper "Come to me" as I wander near. My lungs labor under the rapid pace uphill to the cottage.

Breathing deeply and exhaling with wisps of exhaustion I see your face. A half smile and relaxed chin highlight your glowing invitation. The specks of daylight reflecting from the dark pupils of your deep brown eyes capture my vision slowing my pulse with every step. Strands of dark amber hair dangle delicately from your forehead teasing the scattered freckles upon your cheekbones.
I lift my legs over the weathered steps and settle upon the worn planks on the porch. You open your arms and direct me inside as my eyes struggle to adjust to the dim light of the room.

Gently closing the door you turn  and with only a sigh you reach out to me. I step into your outreached hands and pull you close and embrace your small frame. Your heartbeat swings into my chest and speaks to my being. We move a few steps  holding each others arms while standing upon a worn woolen fringed rug. Yeah, you called to me, yeah I came to you, yeah we are here.

Time went by so fast. I cannot remember all the moments as she told me once again the seasons were changing. The flower buds, the birds in the yard, the smell of fresh cut grass. Azure skies daunted on the horizon with towering cumulus clouds to keep one at guard. The stature of the the trees unfolding their glory before your eyes. The wind whispers in your ear as raindrops tickle your fancy. Yeah it is time. Might as well be. A change of pace, a change of attire, a change of expression, a change of hope and of course a change of seasons. Spring has sprung, the grass has ris' and I wonder where the little birdies is? She chuckles and turns her head as she departs, I smile, I fret . . .  . but yet I know the seasons are changing.

The waters were swift, the riverbank was still. Deep ran the current, shallow was the soil. Uninhabited, the land beckoned a visitor to wander its ghastly shore. Footsteps from times gone by lay deep beneath the ancient ground. A cry is heard from within reaching out to the wind spreading like fairies through the clear October skies. The tree branches hung low sweeping the earth with leaves of red, yellow and orange. Dressed like warriors, they guard the kingdom. I am on the other side seeking a pathway to cross. A log, some rocks, a breach of some sort would guide my way. Why cross I ask myself? To place my feet upon the foreign soil? To pamper my desires or conquer my fears? The wind swirls around my face leading me downstream. Dark shadows feed thick green moss upon the rocks. Water from the river bathes their briskly hairs allowing my feet to slip with each step. Guarded by instinct, I cautiously move with the wind against my back. I come to a bend with rocks towering ever so high. A tattered and torn gray log with dangling green ferns dancing in the breeze just above the choppy waters lay across the frigid boundary. It is here as I whisper to myself, to cross. I gaze upward to the azure skies, no clouds, no birds, nothing. I sit and slither somewhat reluctantly across the gnarled tree. The rushing water below me tarries my being, I raise my eyes and stare at the other side. Closer I move.

I tossed the ice cubes from my soft drink upon the lawn where they remained until the break of dawn. The wind was still, the sky was clear, and there they stayed on their own free will. Not to melt at least for a little while, and as I entered my car I chuckled with a smile. I said goodbye to the icy slush while driving away, inviting them to come back and visit another day.

"This evening in the darkness of the sunset’s shadows, the most breathtaking of sights appeared to me. The last glow of the diminishing sun rays embraced your body and rose to a crown of radiance upon your head.With ocean surf as the background, your arms reaching outward like sails in the wind and your toes submerged beneath sparking grains of sand, a princess casts her spell to the distant dunes where I rest my being.The softness of your body dressed in the evening shadows and warm glow of the setting sun enticed my eyes to gaze upon this most precious of beauty with enchantment of my inner self. The dreams of you will linger in the channels of my mind more so than the mystery of Atlantis at the bottom of the sea."

The trail was narrow and dusty winding through the deep dark forest towering overhead. It was so dry twigs snapped and echoed through the air as dust settled upon the brush behind. His footsteps were intense destined to a point far away beyond the canopy of evergreens towards a respite of a lush green meadow and sounds of a waterfall in the background. Sweat dripped onto his brow, settling upon his eyelids, blinking one eye at a time he does not miss a step. Like a drone he labors forward as being controlled from afar. The shadows give way to rays of light as he nears the forest edge. The scent of wildflowers and a hint of moisture in the air draw him ever faster and faster to the brightness. Soon he emerges into another land and his stride relaxes, a slight mist replaces the dust laden air and massages his nostrils. Ever slower and slower he walks and begins to feel his arms drawn down to his side and a sense of well being in his soul. The sun shines brightly here but is not hot. The earth is green and flowers compete with the blades of grass. A pristine waterfall in the distance sends millions of soft water droplets throughout the air. A huge log brings him to rest releasing his energy he sits upon the once giant tree. His boots drop from his feet to the ground and he sheds his backpack and shirt exposing him to the wild expanse. Gazing to the aqua hue of the falling water, he ponders the solace of his surroundings and reaches out towards the tranquility of the moment. One man, now in a world of his own, drawn here by a world he left behind.

Dear Mr. Thompson,

I regret having to compose this letter to you in such a way to excuse my possible misinterpretation of my character. However, it has come to my attention that your account with us is terribly in arrears. Due to the privacy policies of our company I am not able to disclose your situation in such letter. It is a pity that our long withstanding relationship has come to such a trifle. In order to avoid expenditure of additional funds on ink, paper and postage, our company is requesting that you present yourself in our office no later than twelve o’clock noon on the 23rd. Please be prepared to settle your account via teller check or in cash. We trust that the goods we provided were of utmost quality and to your likening as we have heard no different. Rest assure, we have valued your patronage in the past but simply cannot employ an intolerant approach to our business ethics. It is suggested by the corporate board that this matter be quickly and quietly resolved for the appearance of solitude on your part. Considering the possible social aspect of your situation and the Queens’ Ball ten days from now, matters shall be completely closed and not forthcoming. Henceforth, we shall part company and bury any ill feelings shall they arise.

Respectfully,

Thomas C. Serrington III
Chief Accountant and Overseer
Beatrice Manufacturing LTD

As I walked down the dimly lit hallway, I noticed a doorway ever so open. As I passed I could see the flickering of candlelight. Sensing to enter the room, I turned myself about.

In a dream was the room and you were there. From beginning to the end, it was a perfect moment. From the end backward to the beginning it was perfect moments worth reliving over and over again.

While we both have our dreams perhaps down different paths, you entered my space as I longed to enter yours. The doors of our lives are best left slightly ajar to welcome those that enter.

My Dearest Natalie,

Just thinking once again about our encounter last week at high tea on Devonshire Street that I was put upon to drop you this note. The conversation we decided was quite entertaining and sharing our interest together over scones and English tea was superb. I must say my dear that your presence left the other patrons quite curious, especially the Duchess of Crestshire. Who is this mysterious woman dressed in white lace and lavender ribbons? Our laughter engraved between our hearts was ever so enlightening and I am elated that we became better acquainted. It was rather amusing the expression from our waiter as we acted out the seriously expressions of the moment. It would be my honour to accompany you for a jaunt in the countryside in my carriage. I know a setting worthy of your visit and of utmost beauty and enjoyment. I do hope you accept my invitation within a fortnight. Until that time you shall linger in my mind like the flickering of a candlelight.

Respectfully yours,

Thomas ~