That's something that I remembered a lot when I first came to school. Hiking the G at midnight. We didn't really want to, but somehow we found ourselves together there.
I remember the whispers as we walked, and I remember the lights we saw once we got there. I remember the leaves and the dark the warm air.
Mostly, though, I remember that we didn't have any words. Mostly because we didn't need them. That night was about the clouds and the sky and realizing that this really was our home-- at least for a little while.
And I remember saying thank you, with every part of my heart. And I remember wondering if, quietly, you were saying thank you too.
* * *
I have this dream that one day, long after I've gone, you'll come back to this place just to see if it really was as beautiful as I always promised.
And when you do, I hope you'll open your eyes and find all of the love and thanks and life here that we did.
-Linds
No comments:
Post a Comment