*inhales* *exhales*

Oh, How the times have changed, though you’re just as I remember. The creek of wood with each step, watching my reflection cast itself to the water. Still carrying the grassy scent of the near shorelines in your breeze. Being here…takes me back…watching the skyline at my feet was always calming yet totally mesmerizing. To imagine the starry sky at my feet…what if I could actually reach in and hold a star from it? I knew couldn’t but the idea alone never left my mind. If you could hold on to something so beautiful so effortlessly, could I? They way you use to take shades and shapes always had me captivated…waves crashing against each other splashing rain so beautiful you’d mistake it for fairy dust. Looking in the water I wonder would I still be able to see the plant life as I did then. Over all of this though, I wonder so long how could something be so much and nothing at the same time. Then I realized you’re not actually the skyline just as I’m not all the stuff I act as on tv, but wanting to be a part of and share the experience and beauty of the world is what makes it all possible I suppose?