My Brown-Eyed Girl

My Brown Eyed Girl
The cold wind ripped through the winter bare branches. Pins of sleet hit my face as I walked around the corner of Lincoln and Wick. The moonless sky made this bitter night dark and dreary.

The frigid wind burned at the tip of my nose and edge of my ears. I sludged along the street dragging a bag of frustrations that were simmering towards boiling into anger. Even though I knew my physical location, I had lost my path and was wondering aimlessly.

I was taught to pray in times like this, but it was God with whom I was frustrated. I didn't have enough life experiences to understand that life has moments when love ones suffer with illness, economic downturns challenge families, and struggling to learn makes success sweeter. I didn't pray. I demanded answers.

Turning down the Fifth Avenue hill, I descended the wet slippery hill alone in darkness. Through my rain soaked eyes I could see a window light shinning like a lighthouse beacon. Descending further down the hill, two paths laid in wait.

As Robert Frost so eloquently wrote, two paths diverged in front of me. The one was use to wear and led to an establishment where a cold malted beverage and my friends awaited me for a night of silliness. I knew the path well.

The wind blew harder driving pins of sleet with greater velocity. The cold bitter wind numbed my face, but with each step the window light became brighter. I reached the corner and both paths laid in wait with an equal distance to a final destination. The wind shifted and nudged me to take a path that before this moment I never had traveled. I stepped cautiously towards that window light.

Walking to the light and knocking on the window my heart raced as I nervously waited. The window shade pulled back and this beautiful brown-eyed girl from back home greeted me. 

 Like a dawning sun her radiant smile lit that cold moonless night. Her sweet voice made the bitter wind turn into a warm summer evening breeze. The soft genuine kindness in those beautiful brown eyes made my burdens wash away like sand in a spring stream.

Two paths lay in front me that cold bitter night and I chose the path of a loving heart and radiant smile of my brown-eyed girl. God heard my desperate plea and sent an angel. I found love in those beautiful brown eyes.

With my brown-eyed girl in my heart, life's wind doesn't blow cold and the night is never dark. God answered my prayer that cold bitter night and sent me up a loving path.
I love you Robin, then, now and always.

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