They're back.
Oh, are they back.
Everything changes. I'm learning to accept this, as much as my DNA snarls in protest. But some things, some wonderful, achingly beautiful things, will never, ever grow old, or strange, or unfamiliar. I sat in a warm glow of friendship tonight. Not just any friends. My friends, my people, my family. It's been 18 months. The people at the Taco Bell here in Ooltewah must have thought we were all ready to be committed, but we were just happy. I could feel the emotions swirling around in eddies, currents of contentment, laughter, joy, this bewildering but exhilerating wave of...excitement? thrill? peace? I know exactly what it feels like when crucial pieces of your life walk away, but having them come running back in the door and into your arms is another thing altogether.
There really aren't the words. Music, maybe. Each of us, individual notes, chords, scales. Together, a masterpiece. Other than that...I can't explain it. I hope you know what it's like.
Together.
I'm so happy I may spontaneously combust. Hello, senior year. You already rock my world.
1 comment:
I hope this year does rock for you. Don't let it take advantage of you... And write a piece sometime about that individual notes idea you had going there. I like it.
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