Sitting on a bench under a lamppost in the night...thinking. Listen to the waves kiss the shore, taste the salt air...ocean kisses to the weary soul. Where has my years gone, where has the dreams hidden their warmth? Where shall I go from here, where is the love of old? Sitting on a bench under a lamppost in the night...chill winds wink out the light and leaves the dark blanket behind.
I am 45 years old, married, and have 4 children. I dream as a child and think as an adult. I try to enjoy every day along this journey.