The automatic goes into drive and we set ourselves into motion. The rearview gives away the contemplation of a young mind.

Out the window the stare takes in the world as it flies by in a blur, too fast to really comprehend anything.

Eyes bounce from one focal point to the next. Memories pile onto memories, forming what will be the basis for decisions and actions as he takes his place in the world.

Time, space……we can only touch them for a moment and they are gone. The moments are what life is about. Moments, fleeting, fading.

Youth becomes aged and innocent is lost. Decisions, coming one after the next, will shape not only them but also those around them.

What is he thinking about? We can only pray that the most pressing thought is that of love. Love for each other and the things of this life that are good.

“Hey!”

“Yeah”

“What ya thinking about?”

“Nothing”

One of my favorite answers. Nothing worth noting, just contemplation.

I have heard it put this way.

I see you slowly swim away,
as the light is leaving town,
to a place that I can’t be
but there's no apologies

So Go On
Just Go On

There is still so many things I want to say to you,

But Go On
Just Go On

Were bound by blood thats moving, from the moment that we start.

Jack Johnson