ThisIsMyLetterToTheWorld

Life is a road

According to a lot of people.

But they like to talk about things like

The forks in the road (our decisions)

Or

How peaceful it is to glide around unannounced on flat pieces of plastic they call skis. Why plastic gives you a placid feeling inside is unknown.

Is to be breath-taken upon your last breath,

Is to still recall the joy

of lying on your back, laughing, 

in the meadow.