Opening of the Parks and Entering Into You

Hurry hurry, busy busy, rush rush. These are most of our days for most of our years. Please pluck me out of it all for just a few and land me near the trees and the rivers.
We’ll cross some bridges and blaze some trails. We’ll smell the warm air and hear the creek. Following until we meet the river where the old growth sings, where an old dog greets us later to be greeted by his old man companion.
We get advice exchanging smiles in the sun.
We’ll skip some rocks and we’ll find the perfect walking stick (then leave it behind). We’ll capture brief moments and pick some flowers.
You are slowly slipping away from us and entering into your own. This is your last Spring as a child and soon to be your last childhood Summer. You will have more significant times than this, that is true, but Dad and I will savour this one. Sip from it when we need to, the memories of you so young.

Sweet Creek Falls

Sweet Creek Falls