Find the place beside the brook,
Where your childhood went to play,
Where your first true kiss was took,
Where you used to love to lay.
Seek out dark corners, crooks and crannies,
Hide your treasures far and wide,
Whisper where they are at grannie’s
For she knows you haven’t lied.
Tread the old railroad crossing
Where the sunset burned beside
Where your popsicle lost its frosting
Where your sweetheart softly cried.
Will you find your long lost secrets?
Will you find your true love gone?
Will you ache and feel a longing,
For the times that once had shone?
Take the world that is now, new.
Shape it, not as it was before.
Your story is not yet over.
Your story is what you’re waiting for.
This elderly couple took a photo in their small garden outside their house for every season of the year, come rain, snow or shine.
They stood in the same spot for every season and showed off their beautiful little garden, which they were obviously very proud of.
Empire of Dreams
I happened across a making-of documentary for Episode IV, and then this memory came flooding back:
I’m living in my first home back in Brandon Crescent, innocently getting used to being in school. One night, my family is gathered around the living room, which I now consider a rarity except for…
I had a very similar experience with Episode IV. I was too young to understand half of anything that was going on, but I knew that the story was powerful, and my parents were just as immersed in it as I was. That was a very important feeling - that I could share in something with my family as much as they.