autumn

i carry with me the clearest, sharpest memories of simpler times.
as a child ...
when it's a warm day in a cold month, playing outside and the leaves are gone and the grass is like straw and i'm waiting... for relatives i've never met before, or not that i remember, and i am certain that we are going to have a wonderful visit...

when it's thanksgiving, and it's nice enough to wear that summer dress, the knee length one with the blue flowers, and i'm walking to my grandma's house...

when i'm at home, at only the age of 3 or maybe 4 and i'm lying between the curtain and the sliding glass window, in the sunshine, looking up and out at the trees...

now i'm 25 and i'm sitting on the couch, staring out the window at the beautiful colors of fall, and i remember so many years before, with the bright autumn colors and the sunshine and the cool breeze...
breathe it in... this life... it's meant for living.
remember who you are and where you came from - remember whose you are, and where you are going... you can steer.