I’m as old as time and this is the first time I’ve packed my bags and gone for a vacation to my grandmother’s house. Now many of you will roll your eyes and wonder what’s so great about going to your grandmother’s house and that you yourself went over on most summers... But what if you’re the wind??? What if you’re the breath of the world…? What if the world’s life stops if you stopped blowing for a moment...? And for the first time in history I was tired... So I begged God to freeze time for a few months and off I went... Now as I lie in my grandmother’s lap listening to her treasure trove of stories with a mug of her famous hot chocolate... nostalgia hits me like a ton of bricks...
I couldn’t help but remember... help but remember... the places I’ve been, the people I’ve brushed... The first rain in the desert, drying the eyes of a crying child or playfully ruffling the hair of a beautiful child or playing with the pages of a book to lure a reading child to play....
