Over the river and through the woods we traveled through the seven layers of the candy cane forest past the sea of swirly-twirly gumdrops to a place called 'Ravinia' this past weekend.
We saw trees, stars, and people in a hurry to be home via minivan come ten p.m. We saw a few literal wasps and many figuratve WASPS wearing sweater vests and doing 'dad' dances. We loved every bit of it. We drank diet coke red wines, the lovely concoction now known as Red Vines. We gathered around candlelight and talked. And talked and talked and laughed. John Fogarty was missing but CCR still made us dance. So we danced. And danced.
And we decided to promise that we shall Never Stop Looking Up. Lookin' at the stars. Slowing down to picnic by candlelight. Lay in the grass. Made a promise, made a pact, never gonna take it back.
*f
1 comment:
the right mix, the right feel, the right peeps is all you need to create a moment in time that will be always remembered. it will go down in the books just like that first gut-wrentching feeling after realizng your 4th grade crush checked the "yes" box, the time in adolesence where you made your mom cry, and the day you moved away from your best friend and vowed to be penpals forever. so thanks peeps for the memory...it's packed away and i will always remember to "look up".
Post a Comment