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.