Dawning Creations

It meant something then.

We walked after 3 a.m. just to see what was it was like.
Carrying nothing but our teenager boredom; it meant the world to us.

Freedom.

Years pass and we reach our age of opportunity.
Walks at 3 a.m. weren’t possible anymore.
We had exams and jobs and bills to pay..

Time became important then.
Time was all that mattered.

Meeting those deadlines, dropping that last twenty pounds before summer, and paying off a certain bill.

Those things mattered then.

Looking back to then from now, not all that much has changed except my focus.
I focus on what can be enjoyed in the vast chaos in every day.

A conversation with Matt and friends, and walking for hours, going farther and faster.
The sounds of birds in the morning and furry bunnies hopping along.
The long country roads with great sights and the promise of Saturday, the funny things children do and say.

These things may not mean much years from now but I hope they do.

I never want let life have me miss anything again.