A smile came to me on the other side of the trees
after I flew over the stony wall today, in a daydream Thank you, dear pilot for taking me in your helicopter
to meet a special tour guide
I thought I always knew
We walked about and explored the colors I’d never seen until the pilot shouted C’mon, we must leave I looked back, as I ran— so scared I wouldn’t remember
the details of my tour guide’s face
Then, I received an indelible smile
to carry away from my new favorite place
Both my last blog post called Puddle of Gold and today’s came from weird, awesome dreams I have been having. I love when I manage to remember and, hopefully, write down my dreams. Like the face of the tour guide, I often find many details of my dreams to be a bit blurry, but not all of them. Also, I was thinking about the difficulty I can have remembering the face of I person I find intriguing, not long after we have met. I am going to keep trying to remember my dreams.
Puddle of Gold
Have you ever reached a goal
you went after turn out
to be treasure you just couldn’t hold?
The mountain of happiness
you were waiting for Victory to bring
was the gift you never received
Solid dreams drip down fingers
of the hands of those who can’t handle
a temperature of 1945 degrees
You’ll look down and you’ll see
an unexpected defeat:
a 24-karat puddle of gold
right in front of your feet
Felt so great To be alive Dancing on tables Reckless, but totally fine Dreams that were planted Grew strong in bright light Confidently standing— I was 25 Survival was pretty Flowed just like water Every little thing
Was going to be alright
If I could go back And speak to me at 25 34 me would say: Breathe it all in, man Today is the day Shake it and take it As much as you can You can do anything You’re only 25! Just like I wanted
To say to 19 me— When I was 25
So many dreams Held so very tight Headed to the future Floatingtoward light But one day, He looked down A bowl now empty Wondering where to go Thanking God He still had feet Hold still for the photo Smile big— They all said Peeking around each corner Listening to every sound Tasting all the moments Waiting Painfully waiting For a new dream To be found
To conclude my retrospect of the vacation Liz, Jon, and I undertook, here are some pieces of my Amsterdam experience. I quickly realized there are fewer photos from which to choose and gave it some thought.
We spent the most time in Amsterdam! I was very surprised. But, the truth is, I really had the most fun there. Not only did we stay in our friends’ super posh apartment, but we were so busy laughing, biking, eating, and drinking most of the time. I planned on doing some writing and certainly on whipping out the ol’ camera way more than I did.
But maybe, just maybe, when and where we are least likely to document our experiences is where the best moments live. Anyway, I am going to use that as my excuse for not having more photos.
Below are a selection of our experience in Amsterdam— A place to truly be.