As I back up my old photo’s to the Cloud.
I was drawn to this set of photographs, it was significant because it was during this walk that I wrote my first piece of poetry.
It was a organic act that unfolded without much fanfare.
As I walked through this area of Gunpowder Falls this past December.
I was accompanied by nothing other than the crunching of the snow beneath my feet and feeling as if I was impervious to the elements that seemed to say…
“You will freeze, you will regret not having those gloves that you forgot at home.”
But, I was looking for something that I eventually found.
Peace of mind, solace.
So, I walked.
Discovering a layer that I didn’t know I possessed.
Not to say that my poetry is any good, but it is the act of creating it, that makes me feel empowered and that is more important that any accolade I could ever receive.