August 7, 2009

• Drifting away

  Last evening I sat in the twilight and let myself drift away through the years.  To and fro through the memories of times gone by.  Listening to the voices of Doug, Mary-Kate, and Ian drifting across the road from the pig barn as they worked.  Contemplating the bricks laid year upon year that has built the companionable tone of their voices.  The give and take of their conversation. 

  As they move from one topic to another, sharing their days, testing their ideas.  They build a history and a future together.  Their dreams merge and split yet they are never far from each other because of their common experiences and needs. 

  Watching as the light fades out of the sky and seeing the pool of light in the barn I feel the warmth of their togetherness, their regard for each other.  The love that we all feel for each other encompasses us all about like the light spilling from the barn like a blessing from above.

  

   

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