Reflecting and Remembering

7 Aug

“Many years have passed since those summer days

Among the fields of barely
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold”

I heard “Fields of Gold” (written by Sting) on the radio during my drive to work this morning.  I know this sounds kooky (and maybe it is), but I think I was supposed to hear it – to reflect back on a time in my life that I don’t think of very often because it was so long ago.  Things were simpler back then…we were all young and foolish, and had our whole lives ahead of us.  Time passes at an amazing speed.  As we reflect, ordinary moments in our lives somehow become not so ordinary after all.  They go from regular old fields of barley – to fields of gold.

I’ll remember him as a sweet soul, who was quiet upon first glance, possessed a great laugh and was unintentionally funny.

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