Next Time Around

Next Time Round …

Without going into the ‘fors’ and ‘againsts’ of reincarnation, I along with, I suspect, a large number of people have occasionally said —  ‘I am going to come back as such-and-such next time round’, without really giving the idea much thought.

But suddenly I know exactly what I want to be if I get another ‘turn’.    I should like to return, not as a human, not as an animal, but as a gentle summer breeze wafting in, around and over the mountains tops, preferably in that lovely land of Austria, where no-one can ever catch or cage me.    Free as air.

In spring I would watch the slopes colouring with carpets of green and fragile mountain flowers.   In summer I would blow gently on the hot faces of wanderers to cool them and open their eyes to the beauties around them.  But perhaps best of all, in winter, I would curl up in a warm, cosy pine cabin on the mountain top and watch the skiers with their graceful movements loving every moment of their fun in the snow and sun.    I would play with their breath as it comes out in blasts of joyful calling and laughter.

I would catch a yodel and bounce it back and forth from mountain to mountain so that everyone could enjoy it as long as it lasted.

And I would never tire of that glorious, peaceful and yet awe-full scenery, which I would gladly share with those who came to my mountains, for I would know that they came for the same reason as me —  because of the sheer love of them…