The landscape looks vintage today.
Subtle, warm colors, like a hand-tinted photograph, fill my sight…
Cottony white clouds, painted on the softly faded cerulean sky
Rest against the horizon,
As the fields of pale stretch on into infinity…
My childhood lives here.
Most of my young adulthood too…
Memories surface one upon the other, in rapid succession;
More vivid now, as the time grows nearer
To when there will not be reason, anymore, to make this drive…
My heart catches on these thoughts
And I silently weep
As I watch the pale landscape fade behind me….
©WD(sapphyreskye) April 2014