Everyone smiled when the sun went down. The lightning bugs began to flash their tiny green lanterns, which reflected above the small pond at the bottom of the hill.
The tree-lined mountains tucked beneath the color of sunset, and for the moment, all was quiet on the farm.
The cows moved closer to the barn. The two white geese waddled off without Kali, the barn dog, chasing behind them.
Even the peacock found someplace to sit and enjoy the silence.
The sheep gathered on top of the hill behind the main house, and the orange colored sky began to softly fade into night.
I never thought I would hold onto this glimpse of time as tightly as I have. I never thought I would regard the small pond, or the farm, as fondly as I do.
In the winter, the stars were bright and the moon glowed down on the snowy fields, turning the white covered ground into light shades of electric blue.
In the spring, the grounds thawed and flowers bloomed. The trees returned to green and new life graced the farm.
The summer was hot, but the pond was cool, and when autumn came, the leaves turned and the mountainside varied in colors between yellow and red.
I never thought I would save these memories as well as I have, but I suppose I saved them for a reason.
Memories like this are the mind’s medication for times like now….
I’m stuck on a disabled train with my head leaned against the window.
I’m watching raindrops swivel down the plexiglass, and waiting for the engineer to make another announcement.
Hopefully, the next one will be better news.
The Written Addiction 