Dreams in Reality

I believe there is some kind of magic this time of year. As the days gets darker and the lights in town gets brighter. The Christmas decorations and the lights are slowly taking over this town. All that's missing is the true magic of the white snow...

When the leaves fall of the trees I feel like something is falling of me. I get torn between the part of me who feels so at home and the part of me that wants to leave. How can I ever explain what I'm missing. So happy with this but still looking for something. Somehow I believe there is more. More of me. More to do. More of life. Not sure I make sense. Or that I have to. Just watching the leaves fall one by one. Making room for winter. And I, I'm making room for more.

A cloud of dust. That is all I want to leave behind. The sun in the rear view mirror. Wind in my hair. Music from the radio. You in the drivers seat, me with the map. Going wherever the road take us. Ready for all or nothing. You, me and the world. In front of us is long and free road. Behind us all I see is a cloud of dust.

Opening day. The air buzzing of kids laughing, talking and being all excited to start a week at camp. Here and there someone who stands quiet, nervous and still waiting to see if this is something for them. Some screaming when returning campers see someone they recognize. Staff waiting to find out what their next week will be like. Head and foot check. Club sign up. And me.