Do you recall simpler times?
While working late on Friday night at the Purple Prison, another self-imposed craziness, an old Payola$ song started playing on Jack FM. It was the end-of-shift and I was wrapping things up by myself. Usually, I’m very focused on the job at hand, but amidst the music I found myself daydreaming.
My mind was transported back in time to simpler days–Summertime, hanging out with friends around a picnic table in the heat of August sunshine. Imagine those blue skies, laced with fluffy white clouds, being surrounded by trees, and feeling gravel crunch under foot.
There we were, finishing lunch (likely KFC), listening to songs on the radio, and not a care in the world. Later, playing games in the park, drinking up the sunshine, and running with boundless energy–where did all that energy go?
In those carefree hours, how could my friends and I know ever the little taste of heaven we had? Unbeknownst to us, we lived so simply–no bills, no dependents, no worries, and no looming concerns to preoccupy our thoughts or dreams.
Even relationships, and the whole matter of love, seemed simpler in those sun drenched days of summer. Love was new, allusive, and mysterious. Much later in life, experience slowly revealed love’s complexity and its full ranges of emotion.
Like the lyrics in the song say,
I’ve finally found what I meant to
Now my face is filled with laughter
Soon I’ll be gone
then I’ll be dreaming about you
Sure enough, much later in life, triggered by an old song on the radio, I find myself dreaming about [then].