How I have missed walking barefoot on the beach Playing that familiar game with the ebb and flow Sand so warm and comforting Sea foam kissing my feet gently I could stay there forever Listening to the waves whisper Gazing out into the horizon Breathing in the salty air I will always love the sea.
I’m not afraid. Of the dark. Of depths. Or even you. I will wade into rising tides. Sing on a mountain top. Paint the walls yellow. I’m free. For Nick & Jess.
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better, to paint a picture or write a letter, bake a cake or plant a seed, ponder the difference between want and need? Dust if you must, but there’s not much time, with rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead. Dust if you must, but the world’s out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. this day will not come around again. Dust if you must, but bear in mind, old age will come and…
Today the sun is hidden behind a thick cloud cover. Today I’m thinking of driving away, with the wind in my hair. Today feels like the perfect day to lie in a hammock and sip at pink lemonade. Today, I want to call a friend and tell them I miss them. Today makes me think where I’d go if I could fly. Today I’m dreaming with eyes wide open. Today, Tracy Chapman is making me smile.