one little word.
/ Saturday, January 7, 2012
I sat there in silence for awhile. Our bags packed, dishes washed, beds made. The soft cool breeze flowed in from the window in front of me. Curious, I stood up, walked to the window, and looked out. The morning sun created a cast against the asphalt below. It stopped right before our truck; the shadows of branches swayed teasingly against the license plate. The street was silent compared to the roar of yesterday's New Year activities. No more fireworks, noisemakers, or bottles of bubbly littering the ground. Instead, the street was abandoned except for a few cars and the neighborhood cat.
Realizing we were leaving soon, I sat back down on the bed in silence again.
I wasn't ready.
I closed my eyes. The cool breeze felt different this time. Instead of beckoning me, it felt fresh and new. The anticipation of a new year flowed through me and told to move forward. Telling me I'd be OK - just push forward. For all the unexpected, incredible, good, and bad things that happened in the past year, it was time to push forward. Never to forget and always remember.
Look forward. To this year and the next and the next... there is always a moment to look forward to.