Russell Gens

Growing up is a cold winter’s night,

You step outside and look up at the stars twinkling above you.

You look down the road,

And you see nothing but beauty and destinations

Though as you walk, the cold slowly seeps through your jacket,

The warmth wears off.

Your grand plans now seem far too distant.

The sky clouds over

Slowly, flakes begin to fall,

And you realize that although you may not be where you intended,

Or even on the right road,

The final destination is not what counts.

It’s about how you get there,

Taking the details as you walk,

Taking your time.

Enjoying your mid winter’s stroll through the night.