The wind and the water

I went to the waters edge again. I could see my soul on the other side of the lake. She is my sister, whom I have not conversed with for many years. She is my mother who passed away when I was too young to understand. She sat at the waters edge, running her fingers through the water. I did not tell her I was here. It upsets her that I am so far away. I gather my thoughts and go back to reality. My heart is burdened by her sadness. I must go see her in the daylight. As I step back into reality, I am hit with a sharp wind. It marks a cold path in front of me. I am cold and aware of every goosebump. It feels good to know I am still here. The cold air can only be felt here. I look around me, and I see people walking with importance, talking with important people. They are dressed with confidence, and skill. I blink my eyes and look again. I no longer see people; now I see wounded souls. I look at my hands; I look down at my feet. I am still just me. It's time to go see my children. I can feel my soul smiling from across the lake. I think to myself, Cheers to a great day soul.