Ghost

How wonderful to be reminded of who I came to be when on a Saturday morning, a ghost from my past knocks on my front door.

10 years have gone by with a thousand "stories" carving the images lost behind the eyes. 10 years of experiences become exposed through a thousand blinks, and seap from an infinite amount of inhales, exhales...

We had three hours, a jeep, a mountain side, and "a beautiful day" to drench the air in words dense enough, important enough to be mistaken as rain.

And you realize in those wet moments how grateful you are for all the words it took in the last 10 years to be able to say today,

"You understand me."



Tell me about your ghosts.