Friday, July 29, 2011

Dreams and Memories

It was a fond memory, or a dream, either way I know that I'm fond of it. It was a simpler time before life grabbed hold and threw me down a path to where I am, to what I've become.

I loved that time of my life, and I loved often. Hearts were broken, mine and theirs, and hearts were set afire with passion. Or should I say lust. We would walk the railroad tracks to "our private spot" and spent the day encased in each others arms, and the quilt. The birds sang to our beat, the wind played its melody as it swept across us, nature turned off the sounds of the world so we could listen to each other's heart beat.

That is until the train came by, shattering our world, pulling us back to reality. I can still see the eyes of two older ladies who sat in the third passenger car, two rows from the back, as they realized what they were seeing. Was it disappointment in this younger generation that glared back at me? Was it disgust? Was it envy? Was it a fond memory, or a dream, that they remembered from years past?

We laughed, hoping our grandparents weren't their friends, and started back down the railroad tracks to my car. She looked up at me and said something like this, "I don't think I will ever have another day as good as this one." I don't know about her, but life did get sweeter with a few sour spots along the way. What I could tell her now is that love, true love, is much sweeter than lust. That lust, no matter how good it is, lasts for only the moment, love lasts forever and a day.

It may be a fond memory, or a dream, but it is unique to me, for me. One of millions that has piled on day after day, made just for me. And when these memories come flooding back, I smile and once again relive that moment in time.


Gullible said...

Aw, Walk. What a Sweetie you are.

Cheryl aka Shaddy said...

Goodness, gracious. Your love of women is something to marvel at. You're a crazy romantic and that's a good thing to be.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Walk.

MsMillie said...

You are so right Walk, Love is what we remember and Lust keeps the fires burning.

Anonymous said...

I'm pretty sure that if we were to do a geneology search, we would find that you and Buck are from the same gene pool. (My highest praise, as you know.)

As for the old gals, I hope it was surprise, followed by fond memories and a nostalgic affection for you and the young lady. Or maybe anticipation to get off that train and meet their own young lover (just a thought).

Walk said...

Thank you ladies for your kind comments, and Beth, I still think Buck is a lucky man.

Parrot Writes said...

I love for you that this young woman/girl said these words to you "I don't think I will ever have another day as good as this one." I'm thinking you both have, but what a great memory! Your stories are built from this base, and it makes you what you are today - a true romantic!