fleeting chance....

Was that it? Was that my chance? My one chance at true happiness? Looking back, it was a single moment in time. An instant. A split second. A stitch. As fleeting as that perfect breeze. Not too hot, not too cold, not too hindering or disruptive, but just...perfect. The kind that allows you to stop, if for just a moment, and completely exist. Your troubles are stripped away like husk, warmed by the sun, from an ear of sweet corn, exposing your vulnerable self. Alive, breathing, as light as sea mist, you feel yourself elevate as the air from that perfect breeze fills your lungs and empties your mind. You're free. You hover, feeling weightless, yet feeling your inner child, so eager to begin, so excited to be let out to romp, to run, to jump, to kick and throw things at nothing in particular, to howl at that perfect breeze, flow out of your body and onto the ground sinking his roots deeper than a mighty Oak tree grounding you in that very moment...allowing you to truly accept it for what it was.

Then, you grow older and begin to question what it was. It was. . . . and maybe that's just it.

I think I need to plant a garden...and play in it for a while...I used to love playing in the dirt and mud...