Dancing in the Sunlight

I saw myself today. Myself from so many years ago; from a different life.

I was watching a young girl, 12 or maybe 13 years old. She was playing in the park and as she dashed about, the sunlight lit her long red hair. There was something so graceful in her tall, slender, coltish frame. Sometimes, she ran; sometimes she seemed to glide but no one could fail to see the carefree spirit as she skipped and turned in circles with her arms outstretched dancing in the bright morning sun.

Once, for seemingly no reason at all, she tilted her head back, and with her face pointed skyward, she let out this long peal of pure laughter; pure joy. It echoed all about.

I remember those days. I remember dancing in the sunlight and feeling, oh so carefree. I remember the joy.

I wish I could capture all that joy with pen and ink; with brush and pigment. Capture the me that used to be.

Mikey, sunshine is fleeting but the darkness goes on forever.