Nostalgia... Grace these moments as they trace our lives. Passing through and compressing into memory. Do you find it strange that a spark from the past can lead happiness astray in trade for a tender moment of sadness and longing? Impossible longing for things not quite forgotten. Hidden in a song. These days are gone. What doesn't stay with you becomes a part of you as the light of old days merge. My friends this is the happiness I can be to see you go, on your own. To find your way and press on alone. You will write your life stories to be told years from now. No matter how far you go, know that I love you all. (Do you remember the way we turned and divided that night by the car in the purple light? It feels so sad now...) © 2004 Brendon Matthew Thomas