C'est la vie

C'est la Vie

Fragments of memories.

Sun rays on the window, speckled perfectly.

Running and running until you can’t breath,

And then laying on the grass,

watching the clouds stray pass.

Climbing the mountain and remembering,

then forgetting how else we were living.

This was here long before you,

and will continue to be after you’re gone.

Still, you are here and this is it!

A runaway from the city, 

running into the woods.

I need the bright lights and the long drives.

And I need the endless skies and idle mountains.

                                                                  _Q

This was inspired by something Georgia O'Keeffe said in one of  her letters: 

“When I stand alone with the earth and sky

a feeling of something in me going off

in every direction into the unknown of infinity

means more to me than anything..”