The sun is shining as I lay here.
I close my eyes and the blacks of the lids are transformed into purples and oranges and yellows, swirling and dancing in my eyes; their movement energized by the sun.
Aromas and music are often the first evokers of memory. But for me, the sun’s warmth on my bare skin also reminds me of times past.
Summers on the Atlantic coast, spring breaks on the Caribbean Sea. Knee deep in the Aegean. Trips to Sorrento and Capri and Positano; peering down through eighty feet of Mediterranean to the bottom of the Sea, crystal clear.
Experiencing different cultures, speaking new languages, allowing all that is foreign to permeate my mind and forever change my outlook on life.
Embracing the newness that is guided by the heat of the sun.
My younger self – no cares in the world. In love with the idea of life. Aspiring to do everything and nothing at all.
So much changes as you get older. Idealism turns into cynicism and the world ceases to be everything that you thought it could be.
Mistakes aren’t as easily forgiven. A lie can be detrimental. There is no excuse for doing the wrong thing. Carefree sunbathing comes with its own array of having to care and take responsibility.
But today, I’m seventeen again. I’m watching the colors dance while my eyes are closed and I’m reminiscing with myself over all the brilliant moments of the past.
And I’m thankful for every experience that has led me to today.