As the rain falls gently down in Southern California,  I am reminded of Georgia and the days spent there when I was younger. I am reminded of a moment in time, a short span, an epiphany. A moment that holds precious memories  and remembrances of dreams for the future. Dreams that will never fade and will always form the nucleus of . . . → Read More: Rainy Night in Georgia ~]]>    

As the rain falls gently down in Southern California,  I am reminded of Georgia and the days spent there when I was younger. I am reminded of a moment in time, a short span, an epiphany. A moment that holds precious memories  and remembrances of dreams for the future. Dreams that will never fade and will always form the nucleus of my soul. 

As I remember,  I am thankful… 

 Thankful that I was  fortunate enough to  spend a large part of my childhood in a beautiful small town in Georgia. Thankful that I had friends to learn and grow with. Thankful for the memories of a simpler and more innocent time.                                    

 Listening to Conway is a wonderful reminder.

Those red dirt roads

Take me back in time

They fill my senses with wonder

And engulf my mind.

I dream of a moment

A time in the past

A day full of laughter

That flew by too fast.

I know in an instant

Things will never be the same

Replays of the moments

Memories of the mistakes.

One moment the footprints

Are visibly clear

The next they are but shadows

And have all disappeared.

The Hurts and the Triumphs

Are but one and the same

While the Moments and Memories

Are all that remain.

As you walk with me

Down the roads of our life

Dream and hold me

As it replays in my mind.

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