FEED My MIND: Adventure. Learn. Live. Write.
Nostalgia shows her mercy as long as we give credit to those faded friendships.
Now, with legs drawn up and books scattered about and glasses of red on hand, we find ourselves draped languidly on the porches of the modern cabins we fashion in the likeness of those we found during the laughter of those days at the lake.
Now, gracefully greeting our past and fusing it to present, with permission to be schooled, the conscience and the memories let us roam with perspective far into the past to see how history pointed us to our future.
The sun-filled past, she knew where we were meant to travel, even before we lived those summer days.