The Pilgrimage

We walked around Walden Pond as the snow crunched under our feet and the sun descended in the sky. Two small stones where taken from the earth and carried in our pockets until the sun started to kiss the pond. We threw our stones to the pile where so many others had gathered to remember a great man. The journey to the cabin site had left our checks red, or was it his simple touch that made me blush so. Hand in hand, lips to lips we had blushed together and so made this small pilgrimage around the once bottomless pond.

As the sun set God kissed the pond and she blushed a deep shade of red which was reflected back into the face of god and spread through the sky leaving a line of light that was blinding. The lake was cold her skin firm enough for two to stand upon and watch the interplay of water and sky changing to ever yet new colors of blush and rust.

He held my hand, he kissed my lips, touched my heart and filled me with wonder in one simple stroll around a pond that I had once visited before but never experienced in such a capacity. We transcended our social norms and had found our own paths around the pond and in life. Each of us with a heart to serve God and man, if there even be a distinction, we had made our pilgrimage around the pond and ended where we began. The pond and sky now rested the lights of each diminished to a faint after glow.

In this winter it takes a while for ice to melt, only where the sun shines the longest stretch of the day does the ice thin to a point where the water of the bottomless pond can be touched and drank from. When the sun has gone down the water hardens and forms its protective shell until her lover the sun has risen from his bed to caress her as he takes flight to penetrate her skin with his warmth. One water element and one fire element, a beautiful reflection of each other, may their interplay never cease but continue to quench the thirst of weary travelers and warm the hearts and hands of ones grown cold.