I don’t know what it means, this life. I didn’t check the box, [make it count], at birth. There were options I was not aware of!? Wouldn’t be the last time that happened. I do know in that moment I was engaged, enjoying using my skills to create something that would last. She was enthralled with the prospect of winning an adventure. That day, that time, we were both making it count.
This year I’ll get that shot on a peak fall day. No wind, blue sky, perfect leaves. Sammy somewhere there in the frame. Someday those trees won’t be there. They fall, they get cut down and that yard may get planted over in fescue or clover. The fence will fall down and be removed. Sammy will be gone. This year I’ll get that image before it’s only a memory.
You choose to believe there’s a difference in the way time passes say from year to year or rather hour to hour while in your heart you know that it is all one in the same. Choosing to be angry for the purpose of income is such a sad way to fill the time that you’ve been given.
The events of the week that had been the focus of our attention up till then seemed less important now. We let the beach house take us in as we fully embraced the casual vibe of the southern seashore.
Looking for meaning in it all only raises more questions than answers, so I trained myself to accept the truth that there is no meaning that is greater than love.