A certain place has been popping into my head a lot lately.
It’s evening, it’s a quaint street, there are white lights strewn in bare trees, and there’s the slightest bit of snow that’s built up along the sidewalks. A two-lane street bends slightly up ahead, and people are out for a leisurely stroll, window shopping and taking in the smells and sounds of the holidays. Shop lights are glowing a warm amber, and people are cradling cups of warm cider or cocoa lovingly in their hands. Wreaths of pine are everywhere; window displays beckon. Mittens and gloves are many; scarves and hats are plentiful. I can see my breath in the air, and I’m walking with someone — but with whom, I’m not sure.
I have no idea where this location is, but I’d like to go there. It’s not chaotic, it’s calm and lovely.
I have no idea who the person is — man or woman — but I’d like to meet them. Clearly we have the same penchant for enchanting scenery and the pull of winter.
I find myself wondering if I’ll ever see this place “in real life,” and — if I do — if something will happen on that gently winding street. Will I get the phonecall of a lifetime, with major news of some sort on the other end? Will it be the place of a marriage proposal? Will it be the place where I have an epiphany about what I want to be when I finally grow up? Will I encounter someone in need of assistance, and will my assistance end up changing not only their life, but mine, as well?
I have no idea where this place is, but I cherish its presence in my mind. Its ability to heighten my sense of awareness is something I’m thankful for — it brings a calm and sort of serenity to my life, in a strange way; the notion that I can experience this place is something I hope comes true. At the end of the day, every moment is valuable, but to experience one that’s danced in the corners of my mind and to have it come to life will be priceless.