The simple times | Nashville Tennessee photography, prose + poetry
I remember the time way back, when I would sit outside on the front porch basking in the afternoon sunshine. It was just the beginning of spring, the air still cool, yet the warmth of the sun was perfect. There wasn't a care in the world and I could easily sit and read a good book simply for pleasure. There wasn't any of the overwhelming things that comes with adulthood -- bills, grocery lists, laundry piled high, and budgeting.
There was once a time when I would run and sing and play in the forest, talking to the creatures that lived there. I would pray and know that God heard me. I would watch the clouds float through the sky and be so fascinated by nature. Now that times are a little more difficult, it's hard to keep this scattered mind focused on the simple.
It's become difficult to see the simple things in life. Where have they gone? Where are the flower gardens sparkling with dew in the morning light? Where are the slow mornings with the birds harmonizing in the trees outside the window? Where are the lazy summer days that used to be so abundant?
As I've grown older, the simple times feel so far away. But, as I walked outside this morning in the cool air, fall felt like it was just on the outskirts of the city. I felt myself smile as I opened my car windows, the wind coming in through the windows as I drove down the highway, clear and slightly crisp.
As I drove, I found the answer to my questions: the simple times have not gone away, they've been here all along. Even as adulthood has felt like it hit me right in the gut these past few months, God whispered to me through the morning air: the simple times I experienced in my younger days can be experienced now, if only I choose to experience them.