The Wind

The wind that whispers in the night
Says come closer within my sight,
Open your heart and open your eyes
So I can see what within lies.

I tell the wind I want to go
Far away where nothing will show.
I wish I could walk far down that lane
Whenever those feelings surface again.

But the wind beckons me out of that place.
It says let me blow gently onto your face,
I'll dry those tears, and comfort your fears,
Until the sadness disappears.

Time

What is time? Sometimes it passes without us even realizing it. We all have exactly the same amount of it, but what we choose to do with it differs. How is it that for one person the evening seems to drag on, but for another it flies by?

We are each given a finite amount of time to spend over our lifetime. Some day we will all run out of time. That is a fact that should influence our choices about how to spend that time.

Hardwood Floors

I love old buildings, especially the old hardwood floors. I love how solid they feel under my feet. It gives me a feeling of security knowing they have stood the test of time and they are still holding me up. I love the creaking sounds that the boards make when you walk from room to room. It's as though the boards are talking to me, telling me of all they have seen over the years. Quietly, they creak out the secrets of the past that only they know.