Kind Of a Strange Light

Kind of a strange light in the sky, behind me a pre-dawn glow, up high, clouds of snow, and now the glow is on the canyon walls, as I pass Boulder Falls, driving on into a mountain wilderness and now I stand in falling snow, facing into the wind, as flakes swirl and spin, as I let go my mind, I’m remembering a different time, so many years ago, when I could run, really run, like I could run without end, legs feeling bouncy and strong, I swear it felt like the wind, running just to run, for the joy, smiling deep inside, with every stride, smooth and strong, easy to run on mile after mile, breathing light, feeling right, a young man, all my future before me, not much more than a child, running in a wild, then stepping up the pace, running even faster, feeling I could leave the earth and run right into outer space, I miss it so much, it’s a memory I love to touch, yet I need return to where I am now in time, I turn, face first into wind driven flakes, I can’t run anymore, but I can walk, and so I do, undeterred still, by cold or hill or chill, for the joy, the inner smile, another mile, an old man, most of my future behind me, still breathing light, still feeling right, with bone on bone, making my way, for another day, into a wild, all alone, temperature at ten, there is once again, a kind of a strange light in the sky, as the sun shines behind snow clouds, it is time, just for today, to say goodbye, as snow still falls and drive back down, past Boulder Falls.