Exactly two years agoI posted about the purple rain
that comes this time of year -
Showering down on grass,
tarmac, and rooftops.
and Walking Barefoot.
I try to remember who I was two years ago:
the thoughts I had,
and the dreams I carried in my heart
as I stepped under your branches -
If you told me where I would be now
I would never have believed it
and I am glad of that.