Sunday, October 02, 2005

Memories of a City

I lived in New York for a time, and for that time I was so happy and so free. Everything changes they say.

My family and I visited on Christmas sometimes as a child. My mother's parents lived on Long Island, where the snow gets deep and beautiful. I can remember watching it from the front windows. Squeezing behind the tree, and pushing aside the lace curtains in their heavily garlic scented house.

Everything in life takes effort. What good is a step in any direction if you have no idea where you want to go?

2 comments:

jones said...

Everything in life takes effort. What good is a step in any direction if you have no idea where you want to go?

so well said...it seems we all find ourselves in this rut.

but why don't we tell each other? wouldn't that make the step easier?

i don't know...maybe not.

EL A. said...

Everything in life takes effort. What good is a step in any direction if you have no idea where you want to go?

or if you have no idea where you've been...that's the great thing about being a linear being...it's all a straight line eventually...no matter where you come or where you head...past-present-future...all follow one after the other, unchanging...so we never are really lost, we are just at different points on a time-line.