As that holiday approached, I braced again for the blues. I continued my personal work towards betterment, but removed any personal pressure to speed up that process. I wasn’t in a rush.
For no apparent reason, I acted on a thought that had been entering my mind for maybe the past couple of weeks. I decided to broach the subject cautiously. The hope, a cleaner conscious.
I reached out to a niece, and told her the motorcycle story. The moral being that I wanted to send her 5000 pesos so she could get it to her uncle Joe. Her uncle was a close friend of mine once.
She thought it was gracious of me, which helped me purge some guilt. I disguised the MXN in an envelope and mailed it. Instantly I felt a little lighter inside. I was just doing unto another…
She finally had a dream worth remembering
He met her at his 50 yard line
They let go of the past
They embodied the present
They embraced for the future too
Truth poured from every angle
Like alchemy, the darkness softened
Naturally there was enlightenment
She finally had a dream worth cherishing
He met her half the way