Tuesday, July 7, 2009

A Short Story

I’ve never felt freedom before, not real freedom. Sometimes, swimming so fast in the lake that I believe I am a fish or slowly breaking a sweat on the hottest beach while the coldest beer rests in my hand or I smell a first spring morning, or better yet, the hottest summer morning, a peace rolls over me. Do you know what I mean? Those smallest bits of time that you feel completely there; in the moment; all of you understands that this particular moment in time is real and perfect and your heart swells…or it doesn’t, maybe it simply feels free from everything else. Gives me a taste of what I know Heaven must be like or life really should be, but then it’s gone. I’m back to me. Average. Bored. Uncomfortable.

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