The two roads and especially the yellow wood. The last bird that sings at night, and the first that sings in the morning. The hope of reliving a first kiss. The thought of the future and all it holds. The journey ahead and the long road home. The thought of someday finding a true love. The first note of a song, and all the subsequent notes. The raven and the dove. The stars and the moon that light my path. The green of the first leaf of spring. A sweet, child's voice raised in song or laughter. Power chords. The mellow tone of a clarinet. The sound of a pencil on a sketchbook. The colored pencil called jade. The orange clouds at sunset, and the pink and purple and gold ones. The feel of velvet. The scent of lightning and the sound of thunder. The imperfect stillness of midnight. Dreams of all kinds. Life.

Peace--Bridget