Pin It I sit on my porch tonight as the day wanes. The park below me is strangely silent. As I sit here enjoying the quiet evening, I am reminded of the arching summits of home.
No, not the home I have now, but that one that I used to know.
The noise of traffic on the distant interstate drifts to me, it’s a lonely, faraway sound that takes me down memory roads—roads I’ve not traveled in a long time.
There was the band back in the 1990s, Toad the Wet Sprocket, which had many songs I loved. One song in particular seems to beckon to me tonight with its haunting phrase:
“You can take me down, you can show me your home. Not the place where you live, but the place where you belong…”
Have you ever thought about your past? Your present? The future that lies with uncertainty before you at the dawning of the new day?
Tonight I contemplate the life I have—opposed to the one that could have been—the roads we take lead us to destinations we had perhaps not previously intended.
They lead us to here.
They lead us to now.
Though perhaps not always what we intended, they can lead us to something good.