I've often joked that I am in a constant state of relaxation. I just don't seem to get worked up as much as I did years ago. But, in those moments where I do need a break, I allow my mind to fall back into memories of sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch. With that in mind, I thought this poem by
JRR said it best:
Sitting on the front porch
After the sun goes down
Takes me back to my childhood
With no one else around
Watching the lightning bugs
Shine their tiny lights
Like fairies at play
Dancing in the night
Frogs croaking in the pond
Bullfrogs adding bass to their song
Crickets adding tenor
Could make you feel that nothing could go wrong
The lonely soulful cry of the whip-poor-will
Calling for its mate
Finally an answer in the distance
The closer together, no long can they wait
A gentle summer breeze
Moving without a sound
Bringing the sweet scent of hay
Freshly cut, laying on the ground
Those memories come flooding back
Reminding me of happier, simpler times
When trouble seemed minimal
And all the time in the world was mine
Doesn't that poem and this image by
SightSpecific just take you back to your childhood? There are so many times that I only wish I could go back to such simplicity. Instead, I'll simply remember, reflect and relax.
Until next time,
Ashley of Ramblings and Photos
day 99/4.9.10 by SightSpecific