The winding road curved familiarly as wheels skimmed the asphalt and my mind tuned into the melodic words that braided around my heart. Time flew past, alongside the wisps of wind that broke against my car. It never occurred to me that I would sail away from these well-known sidewalks, the rolling ocean who shared my thoughts, and the distant mountains wearing shawls of cozy fog.
To fly was a faraway dream that didn’t know how to land on its toes, merely grazing the surface before pirouetting in a stretch to touch the stars. But in the same vein as playground punches, it will find its footing and turn to brunches scheduled three months early, conversations with computers, and smiles shielded with tomorrow’s frets and frowns.
We drift by on ticking minutes and racing seconds, not fully understanding the breakneck speed at which we traverse, until we collide with goodbyes and lingering tears.
What else can we do but hitch up our sacks crammed full with recollections and press on? Though we may feel separate in our decisions and disasters, we learn to pick up pieces left behind from the collision and find solace in coming together.
“Together” is the word I choose for 2017. A strengthening, solid word built from a loving pat on the shoulder, a smile from across the room, light-hearted conversations over the telephone, and gazes at the midnight moon.
Last year, I moved to another state, away from my family and every place I held dear. This year saw two family losses, and everyday, we grow older and busier.
Despite everything, I discovered that state lines can’t pull us apart, tears only bring us closer, and intentionality brings more meaning to our lives.
Inspired by the weekly creative prompt from ArtStew52