..::Christmas In Oregon::..

The night was coming to a close, the same as any other night does. While turning off the lights, she heard her phone cry out, beholding a new text message.

It was him. She hadn't seen this young man in quite sometime. He generally checked in each month to see how she was doing and always kept in touch during the holidays. Besides that, everyday life simply never allowed for a reunion to transpire. She read and reread this message, in shock. He told her of a dream he had. "We were in Oregon for Christmas, assembling a bicycle for our child." The reality of the dream carried him for some days. He held onto it and lived it, as much as possible.

She too, began to imagine this. Began wondering why, and even how, she could revisit the dreams of an individual who she had not seen in quite some time.
As the conversation came to a close, he said "what now"? The question lingered heavily over them both for a long moment until she responded.

"We continue being us." She could not think of any other solution to this tightly woven and inter tangled conundrum.

"And go on just living in each other's dreams?"

She thought about this for a moment before responding. What would be so horribly tragic about living in the dreams of another? When looking at it in the right light, it is a harmless, fool proof, painless gift. They could never let one another down or push the wrong buttons when reality was a bit too much.They could experience adventures and forever remain unsinkable. It was seemingly the perfect arrangement for this particular scenario.

"What do you suggest?" she quarried. "Detailed emails, photographs, smoke signals, Morse Code? Or perhaps we meet at the airport once a year to live out those dreams in Europe, only to feel the pain of yet another goodbye? That would turn us into nothing more than characters in a Shakespearean play. You know how the Classics are about 'timing' and 'tragedy'..."

"Touche' -"

2011's October

It is a chilly October night, and I find myself placed comfortably on, what has officially been deemed as, “the big poofy sofa”. The lighting is dim and the atmosphere is full of anticipation. The weather will soon be requiring us to wear wool overcoats and scarves. The holidays are almost upon us, despite the fact that, it seems like I was just in DC opening my Christmas gifts, drinking hot cocoa, and going snow sledding.

I never realized how quickly one year can soar by until 2011.

With this thought in mind, I quickly thought of my “bucket list”. My wish-list of things to do, accomplish, and experience. Somehow, I have managed to check many of these “wishes” off the list in a very short amount of time.

Life has taken me on one adventure to the next, and continues to do so with each passing day. At times, it seems as though things simply fall into my lap and lead me down new and uncharted territories, with ease. I use these adventures as wisely as possible, and collect the almost surreal memories made along the way.

As the brisk night air tickles my toes, I smile with anticipation, once more. There are so many things I still wish to experience.

As a rule, I try make it a point to write down 10 things I am blessed with, each morning. So why not write down 10 things I wish to accomplish?

Or maybe I will just skip that whole "list" thing. Only time will tell, and tell it, she will.

I will keep you posted. ;-)

TO BE CONTINUED.