If you are not yet familiar with Randal’s work, you are missing so much.
Alone I walk. The bite of the winter chill does not let up, colors of the world fade into different shades of bleakness. The ache for youth pulsates strong although I’m acutely aware each passing second takes me further away from this dream.
A nondescript voice echoes in my head, “the closer to death you are, the closer to life you become…”
My turned-up collar does little to stifle the cold wind caressing my neck, motivation for the continued search of a spark to ignite another year of passion.
The winter’s silence is broken by a warm whisper, “so you’ve finally come to see me again…” I look to find a smile I’ve grown accustomed to when in a philosophical mood. She’s always walking beside me, but it’s been too long since I last heard her voice.
“This morning, I noticed you were preoccupied with a quote at the coffee…
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poetry, photos and musings oh my! 
🙂 So missing you, Léa. I hope the spring time has you in a great mood and enjoying life. Take care, my friend.
Thank you for your kind support. Alas, I prefer not to use this forum for more specific details of the journey. All the best.