I remember riding through the dark county hills with all 4 windows down in a Chevy Silverado pickup truck one summer night.
I had just finished fishing in a private pond while wearing flip flops and my favorite leopard sun dress. This was fashioned with curls that were blowing wild in the air.
The music was blaring… I didn’t hear the song, but I’m not sure if the wind or my thoughts that were louder.
I stared at the moon and my mind began to wonder:
I wondered if anyone in the car thought things similar to me?
I wondered if I was different or unknowingly the same as everyone else?
If I was, why didn’t people talk about it?
The moon was the brightest light at night and the only thing in the world that appeared still.
I thought about love & how beautiful it was to look at the moon and know the person that you love saw the same one every night.
When I was younger, I was a hopeless romantic.
12 years later, I’m wiser but yet some things remain the same.