Up and Down

Goes both ways . . .

The way up and the way down are the same in nearly all things.

The stairs, an elevator, a mountain trail, falling in love. The stairs lead back to where you started, the elevator has a “DOWN” button, pilgrims and climbers pass you on the trail, and love fades, or flickers out like a candle when it’s exhausted; only soot and the memories of what was remain.

“Falling in love.” How odd a phrase. To fall up, to defy gravity, to reach for someone who lifts you higher than you ever imagined, to fly on wings of hope.