A Letter From Self

And so we skipped along, like two kids, grown and reliving the ideas of what it means to be young and to feel alive. Nothing in the world is as freeing or as redeeming as this feeling.I write this to you, or my future you to which one day I am hoping that this becomes us and we become them.There is an us and them. At least, I know this is so in my soulor so I hope. But either way and for now, or just for now, I am thinking of a long, dirt road, which is humble and country-like, to say the least. I am thinking of the country-style daydreams which come from a childhood story that no one knows about. I am thinking about a scenario with a field and a slow-moving stream. And there is a huge weeping willow which is a spiritual representation more than it is “just a tree.” and the branches are like stories of all that went before and the branches move slightly from the oncoming breeze.I am thinking about the warm summer sun and the blue color of a great big sky. The sky is filled with…