When All Is Temporary
Windows down and all the wildness inside
Humming past the trees, birds, and on through the valleys.
There’s a certain stillness to this linear movement —
Silence creeping in between breaks in songs and slurps of creamy, iced coffee.
Whizzing by without looking back
What if I just jerked the wheel and exploded into this alluring scenery?
Meshing into the picture like crumbled cake strewn across wedding photos on the happiest day.
A tangible taste to remind yourself this is reality-
pinch, pull, and tug.
There is a certain weightlessness to life when you consider it’s all temporary.
I can’t count the things in my life because I’m surrounded by abundance.
Every inch of grass and every slab of pavement-
This day holds another secret under its exterior of grass and highway — it contains one of those truly rare moments of delightful transience and light uncertainty that only exist on the razor edge of things, the teetering edge of big love and extraordinary opportunity.
I flung my sunglasses out the window and blinked open to the sun, squinting to see a clear picture of the glow in front of me.
Will you or won’t you? Should you or shouldn’t you?