ergot and the ju ju queen
the power to take me back..
Isn't it funny (funny peculiar, not funny ha ha) how
certain smells, or a few bars or words of a song or piece
of music, or the way the sun shines or the wind blows...
how any of these things.. caught in a moment of time.. can
take you back.
Take you back, almost bodily, to a particular time. It's
powerful. It's real.
Today a breeze was blowing. Not just any breeze, it was one
of *those* breezes.. the magic kind that never fails
to "take me back".
And the place it takes me, is always the same.
It's back to being 14. It's laying on my back, high on the
hill, in my secret lookout cubby.. with a blanket, and a
pillow. I'm reading a book. I have apples, a bottle of
water, and my radio.
And I lay there, under the sky..
I am Queen of all I see..
And the breeze blows.
I love when I get taken back to that moment, all through a
certain type of breeze.
Come again, gentle breeze, and take me back.. anytime!