It’s a simple thing. Running after the Frisbee with no
thought of working tomorrow, no concerns about what I should have done earlier
in the day, no question of who I need to call later. My one object is in the air,
spinning toward me, above my head.
And when I leap up to catch it, I’m six years old again. The
weight of the world has dropped off of my shoulders. The cares and sorrows of
adulthood are gone, if only for a moment.
Summer is all around me. And I jump to grab it before it
disappears again.
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