This Is No Drama Too/Two 2 II Also
Went for a long walk this morning after my chiropractor visit. Back felt pretty good, and my foot felt as well as it has in years. So, yeah, basically, because I am an idiot, I went for the longest walk in a long time. Let's just say I won't be dancing any time soon. Sigh. Here's another instalment from Take Me Back.
Take Me Back 2
Then, he saw them. The two houses that had been his homes. Well, in reality, the two houses, side by side, had been built by his father, and his grandfather. His childhood home was two storeys, made of brick, and his grandfather’s home was a fieldstone ranch. He had had free and easy access to both places. Never knocked, just a shouted hello. A smile started deep in his heart, and ended up spread across his face. These were happy places. Full of happy memory, places. Places where he dreamed, before he ever realized that his dreams would never come true. Places where the sun came up every day, and everybody, knew everybody. Places where people driving up and down the country road would beep their car horns and wave, and often shout a hello. Places where friends just popped in to shoot the breeze. Places where folks sat out on their front stoups of a warm summer’s eve to chat and catch the gentle fragrance of honeysuckle wafting through the air. Places where he, in his shy, introverted soul, felt safe. There had been love there. And, acceptance.
This Is No Drama Too/Two 2 II Also
Went for a long walk this morning after my chiropractor visit. Back felt pretty good, and my foot felt as well as it has in years. So, yeah, basically, because I am an idiot, I went for the longest walk in a long time. Let's just say I won't be dancing any time soon. Sigh. Here's another instalment from Take Me Back.
Take Me Back 2
Then, he saw them. The two houses that had been his homes. Well, in reality, the two houses, side by side, had been built by his father, and his grandfather. His childhood home was two storeys, made of brick, and his grandfather’s home was a fieldstone ranch. He had had free and easy access to both places. Never knocked, just a shouted hello. A smile started deep in his heart, and ended up spread across his face. These were happy places. Full of happy memory, places. Places where he dreamed, before he ever realized that his dreams would never come true. Places where the sun came up every day, and everybody, knew everybody. Places where people driving up and down the country road would beep their car horns and wave, and often shout a hello. Places where friends just popped in to shoot the breeze. Places where folks sat out on their front stoups of a warm summer’s eve to chat and catch the gentle fragrance of honeysuckle wafting through the air. Places where he, in his shy, introverted soul, felt safe. There had been love there. And, acceptance.