September 17, 2013
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The Memories in a Breeze
Alone on the back deck, a crisp Autumn breeze blows. It's the first I've felt in a long time. As I sip my warm herbal tea, because I'm fighting off a cold, Stairway To Heaven plays in the background mixed with the orchestra of crickets and other buggy sounds, and it takes me back to another time. Probably the last time I remember feeling the true crisp Autumn breezes.
Once upon a time, I lived alone in the beautiful city of Boston.
It was only for 9 months. From August '02 to May '03. I was 22. A new college grad. Boston Medical Center had hired me, they'd waited, in fact, for me to graduate and move from Atlanta. Sweet southern girl, 5'1" and I didn't even crack 100 pounds. I knew no one. But I was determined to make my way. I had a good head on my shoulders, a great career before me, and supportive family back home.
Make it, I did. There were bumps along the way, no doubt. But this was my personal journey and I grew as a human, as a woman, and as an individual. But I specifically remember this feeling...
Sitting on the giant rocks outside my apartment looking at the landscape. Alone. The crisp Autumn breeze blowing.
Breathing.
Watching.
Comments (4)
That's funny I began my day with a similar sentiment.
Must be something in the air.
...and back then, many miles removed from that back deck, there was a guy who had no clue that years later our paths would cross and I'd get to hear about this peaceful Autumn day.
led zeppelin breaking the silence of a peaceful evening...that's heaven
I too once lived in New England and loved the crisp colorful autumns. It's not quite the same here in the south, though don't get me wrong; the south also has its own charms, like the beautiful white sandy beach I sat on yesterday as I watched the waves lap the shore.
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