Allow me to start by quoting J.R.R. Tolkien: “All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost." So I am old and getting older... I can remember huddling around the radio... not locking doors at night... going to the corner store with a quarter to buy a loaf of bread and getting change... fearlessly roaming the neighborhood as a child... That's the time I remember not the one where I live. The rest you'll figure out as you read what I have to say. So come a spend some time on Waldmeisterweg.
Look to this day! For it is life, the very life of life. For yesterday is but a dream. And tomorrow is only a vision. But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope. Look well, therefore, to this day! Such is the salutation of the dawn.
This piece returns me to a place in time before the death of my father and a to a period in our lives laden with sense of vulnerability. I truly felt loved and accepted - perhaps for the first time in my life. The plan of happiness as revealed looks forward to the time when we all will exist in peace and joy. But still at times my heart lingers in the those moments when I truly felt that, if only fleetingly.