With Nothing Of Note

I believe there is sunshine
in remembering these moments –
with nothing of note
except time, and laughter, and life shared.
My head thrown back,
dark curls caressing my shoulders,
and laughter bellowing from the depths of my soul.

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Traveling down I-68
with tears of joy
streaming down our faces,
and Zeppelin playing on the radio.
Mixed CD’s & mixed emotions
filling the car,
and pickled cauliflower
filling our stomachs.

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We would drive all night
just to spend the day at Ocean city –
watching the sunrise,
walking the boardwalk –
for funnel cake
and Thrasher’s fries.
Only to turn around
and drive back home.

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Now that I’m older,
I still relish these moments –
with nothing of note
except time, and laughter, and life shared.
Carrying out old traditions
that have always been with me,
and making new memories
with people I love.

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Staying up late
to watch horror movies
and scare ourselves silly.
Stovetop popcorn –
and stargazing,
just taking it slowly –

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A beer on the porch
and pepperoni rolls in the oven
a Billie Holiday record
on the turntable –
dancing barefoot
in the grass.

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Times have changed,
and so have the people.
But I still love
those I-68 drives,
and pickled cauliflower,
and mixed CD’s.

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And despite the losses
and heartaches
I have felt,
I’m still creating those moments –
with nothing of note,
and finding
my head thrown back,
dark & silver curls caressing my shoulders,
and laughter bellowing from the depths of my soul.

Kristian L. Weigman