I’ve been thinking about all the things that feel just like falling in love. The things that really fulfill me in ways that no one person ever will or should.
- The little boy, holding my finger tightly and twirling in circles around and around. His sweet, innocent smile;
- My dog, Bailey, when he arches one brow and then the other like a wink;
- Hands-on the neck of the guitar, beautiful fingers on strings;
- A clever line in a song or movie that hits me somewhere deep inside;
- Charming and unique roads leading to towns in the middle of nowhere.
- Cold air when I take a breath, standing on the edge, looking at mountains in the distance;
- My feet in the cool water of a river as it moves over my bare toes and onto somewhere else;
- Good friends, sitting in the fresh air, laughing and enjoying each other;
I don’t fall in love with people this easily, but I know the way. I know it like I know the thing in me that relaxes …just like falling in love. It makes a lasting impression…just like falling in love. There’s not a moment in the face of any of these that I still don’t lose my breath…just like falling in love. I dream of it and live for the next moment…just like falling in love. I can’t own or possess, only appreciate what is given to me…just like falling in love.
It’s love in the “stop and smell the flowers” sense. Like everything else about me, sometimes I forget to stop, then sometimes I do stop, and I just have to keep reminding myself.
Though, it’s only today that I realized I was falling in love all the time.
Dixie's Road Trip 