I love the way the lights from the clubhouse reflect on the lake at midnight. And you can just barely see the duck that was taking a night swim. ; )
The air tonight is crisp and smells of burning wood, like campfires and incense. I yearn to be in the forest somewhere; wild and free. I want to be in the cabin I dream about, away from everyone and everything except nature and my true self. The self that used to care more about saving the planet than getting a new iPad. How did I stray so far from the girl who was going to make a difference? When did I become so materialistic?
There has to be a way back to that girl. I know she still exists inside of me. I feel her when I’m under starry skies or watching the sun dance through the trees. I remember her passion and certainty that things could get better if only she dared to try. That girl would be beyond disappointed in who she grew up to be.
I’ve lost my way. But there’s still time to find my way back.
Tonight: I am grateful for fresh air and the idea that it’s never too late.
♫ Mark Snow — Disturbing Behavior OST