T'was just a garden in the rain. Close to a little leafy lane. A touch of color 'neath skies of gray. The raindrops kissed the flowerbeds. The blossoms raised their thirsty heads. A perfumed thank you. They seemed to say. Surely here was charm beyond compare to view. Maybe it was just that I was there with you. T'was just a garden in the rain. But then the sun came out again. And sent us happily on our way.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

two martinis please...


Under a wooden canopy, they sat. As they sipped from their glasses, the boy and girl talked about their dreams...sharing a quote she came across earlier...

"There are people who put their dreams in a little box and say, 'Yes, I've got dreams, of course I've got dreams.' Then they put the box away and bring it out once in awhile to look in it, and yep, they're still there.
These are great dreams, but they never even get out of the box. It takes an uncommon amount of guts to put your dreams on the line, to hold them up and say, 'How good or how bad am I?' That's where courage comes in."

They realised that while there are a few things they would like to do, they're pretty close to their dreams. And there's really no place she'd rather be than right there. beside him.

1 comment:

sandra said...

nel and i often talk about our dreams. and i agree, it takes real guts to take them out and put them on the line.

you go, girl! (:

love u!