One day in June of 1973
I was sitting in the sand at sunset.
It was a Sunday.
(The time and place were written on the back of the picture.)
I was on an island off the coast of Panama.
Home was 3,500 miles away
but it felt much further.
I wish I remembered what I was thinking
when my friend Dave took this picture.
I wish I'd kept a journal then. It would be interesting
to look back now at who I was then.
The path from this picture to where I am right now
has been interesting,
I hear you.
ReplyDeleteI have travelled down some long and winding roads to become the person I am now as well.
Yes, journals would answer many questions that flow thru our minds. I certainly know the feeling when 3,00-10,000 miles seemed worlds away from home.
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Sherry & jack.
What a great shot ! This picture speaks so many things. I can almost feel ya thinking so far from home.
ReplyDeleteLisa
You were probably thinking of home and about the people you missed and mom's yummy comfort food.
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Hugs, Julia
What a great picture. Too bad you were not journaling then. Blogging does provide the perfect opportunity to do so and to add pictures too.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely photo, I do so like
ReplyDeleteGreat photo and one can ponder where you were and what your thoughts were then and how you are now.
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