Walking Slower

As I was walking today
with my sweater off,
I hugged it to my chest
and as the sun beamed down upon my face,
making me warm
and making my eyes squint
I glanced at the trees...

How much they've changed over these months...

The leaves are not falling.
Instead there are many
blooming bigger and brighter
and more plentiful...

As I hug my sweater to my chest
and my steps are cheerful and light
I walk as I did back when this all began,
instead of the way I’ve walked these past few weeks,
looking down at the ground
as clouds literally loomed above me...

The sun beams down and I grow warm
as I smile and smell the new flowers,
I hear the birds sing
and feel how light my backpack has become...

This is the way things are supposed to be
and as I walk alone
I have that same butterfly dancing in my stomach
that once danced so cheerfully
as I heard you approaching,
and as I hear you approaching now
a smile begins to grow on my face

and I think I'm walking slower...

but I'm not sure...