What moves you? What rhythm stirs a deep emotional pull from down in your heart? Does that same old song give you that wholesome and wonderful moment of euphoric embodiment of the past?

It does for me...Why not for you?

Are the trees the same true green they have always been to you? The wind whistling through gives the leaves that movement they need to travel. Do you still travel; are you feeling that necessary movement in your everyday?

I still do...Why not you?

If those pictures are still with you do you still look at them? Does your whole body remove itself from this present moment to reconnect with that intense and lovable day? Are you too afraid that these memories might overtake you?

I am not...Why are you?

Just One Day

If I could relive only one day, what would it be? Would you rather know what to expect or go in not remembering that day? Would you pick only an hour of that previous day or does the whole length of it exhilarate you?

I think I know just the day that I would chose. It would start out with me waking up to the sun blanketing the doorway of my room. My legs would feel the cool fabric of my favorite rhinestone jean shorts. They used to sparkle; ocher yellow and a tantalizing fuchsia would glimmer off my pockets. I wore that purple tee shirt to finish the look, it was a comforting outfit. I always felt safe and confidant.

My feet would touch the soft carpet and then make their way to the kitchen where the sun's rays wound their way through the blinds and magnified a golden hue across the wood floor. The cool of that floor was always refreshing, yet the feel of that green carpet on the back porch was the feeling of summer. The refreshing and new smell off the leaves and grass was marvelous. The dew and the morning mist signified that all of nature was waking up to a new day.

That was how each day started so how am I ever to choose? Many days we would explore in the creek or stay inside and play games and laugh. If the sun decided to stay we might even use the neighborhood as our playground; running on the uneven dirt path behind all the houses.

Is that the day I would pick? Perhaps... Yet, with a storehouse brimming with precious memories, a treasure chest of sparkling pieces, how could I ever decide? Could you?