Peace

Sitting on the back of my favorite horse as he tares mouthfuls of grass from it's roots. Bare skin against soft hair my yellow skirt covering the tops of my legs from the spring evening chill. The sun has set, but the air is still light and it's that time of day when you know nature is putting itself to bed. The birds chirping and singing their final songs matching a chorus with the frogs on the bank of the pond. The world is at true peace as if there is no conflict, no decisions, no problems; Only utter and total content. 

    For me it is a rare moment in a busy life a moment to catch my breath and relax muscles I forgot I had tensed, it isn't as my life is bad quite on the contrary but the last few weeks there were so many decisions to make, so many choice that had to be dealt with, and you don't realize their  full weight to a moment like this when you remember true peace. 

   As of this week I have paid a college down payment. A decision I made with much anxiety. I received packing lists and room assignment for my summer job as a camp councillor seeming to seal the choice to leave wishing well for the summer and grab a final experience for what marks the official end of my gap year. While it seems now the "good" part of my life is coming to an end the childhood, the play, the peace... In truth I think of a daily basis how I am at such a climax the top of a mountain I have been helped up by teachers parents and friends, but that was only a ski lift, getting me ready for the real fun, the big part of my life the trip back down the mountain the fast paced, adrenaline filled race, the part that is broadcasted on Winter Olympics tv, the part you really wait for. That is what awaits me and now I'm just waiting... A soul, a life, one unique story of the world about the begin my momentous decent the one where I can loose, or win. And I plan to win... I plan to win the sport of life, because like everything else that isn't a choice made for me, but a choice I can take into my own hands. The choice of my life to mold how I choose and please... What I will decide to do with that mold I cannot say, I cannot yet tell you the sculpture that will emerge, because for now I simply sit at the top of that mountain, preparing for the rush of wind and life, for now I sit upon my favorite horse tearing up mouthfuls of spring grass, singing the song of May to myself 

    "Sweet the evening air of May, soft my cheek caressing..." Knowing life is exactly as it should be.