Roll On

One day I'll get up
And decided to go
To travel someplace special
I really do not know

I'll get in the car and
Fill up on the way
I'll roll down the windows
I don't know where I'll stay

The wheels will roll along highways and dirt trails
Over hilltops and bumpy roads
I'll pull over when I want to
I won't haul a very big load

I might drop in and see you
I just might stay a day or two
Because traveling the future involves friends from the past
That certainly would include you

So if you are home as I come by
I hope you'll be happy, too
Seems our future is upon us
I'll keep dreaming of visiting you

Cathy
11/22/15

Nor'easter Beach

Come down to the sea

Where the breeze blows your hair wildly.

Where you walk along the shore with your pants rolled up swinging your shoes beside you.

The wave hits the sand and travels over your toes and a spray of mist flies up that you can taste on your lips.

Walk along looking down at the ancient treasures the ocean has washed.

Glistening crystals like diamonds leave perfect chevron patterns as the water recedes in tiny bursting bubbles of foam.

Sit on the dune pulling your sweatshirt over your knees.

Watch the gulls hover above like kites.

Let your eyes close a moment and hear waves crashing. 

When you open them you will know you are in a perfect moment.

Come down to the sea with me.

Cathy Windham

Amazing how you just read my mind!  No kidding, I was just thinking of the lonely journey I've been on the past few years. When we begin to think of those we loved and now miss, it is almost a chemical reaction that occurs. The two are polar opposites and you don't know which way to go because both forces are so strong. They only way to cope with being suspended in the middle of these emotions is to cry. You can't say one is more important than the other. It's confusing and acts like quick sand.