Can someone please slow me down?

I remember lazy summer days. Days when I would wake up and do a couple chores then spend the rest of the day riding horses up on the mountain. Enjoying the cool shade of the pine trees and stopping at the stream to get a drink. I remember stumbling upon old homestead cabins tucked away in the hidden meadows. Dreams crumbled away by time with only the fireplace and a couple logs left. Who were they? What happened to them? Did their children or grandchildren still visit the old cabin? I would stop and pick a rose from the old bush that was still surviving after all these years. Wondering about the tender hands that carried it up to the mountain from some far off town, just to bring a special beauty to the land.


I remember sitting on the deck of the ranch house listening to the woodpeckers in the trees. Watching the squirrels and chipmunks hop on the deck and chatter at me then scamper off in the trees. The morning doves and meadow larks singing their beautiful tune. I remember...

I remember being still.

Longing for home today.