My thoughts stepped off the bus that carried by battered body and mind home. It took him a single step to reach yesterday and another to find the field where much of my childhood was spent.
Yesterday blurred into now and the smell of the freshly cut grass and the sight of the undecided October evening sky came to life. There’s something about time that discards the insignificant and keeps the pertinent. Perhaps that’s why I don’t remember the troubles I had then, but know that I was happy. The feeling is contagious and makes a 20 year journey and brings a smile on my face.
I reach my stop, get off the bus and walk home. There’s a lot running through my mind and even more through my life. I sift through them and wonder how much of it can make a 20 year journey, I don’t know. Something tells me that the things that do make it ,will bring a smile to my face. Like the one I have on right now.
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1 comment:
As usual, a good post. I like the thought behind it - but it's kinda cluttered.
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