Tonight I drove down to the river. Just to get away. From people. From the phone. From the computer. From life. Just a couple of blocks from the highway. But a million miles away in my mind. I just wanted to make time slow down. If only for a few minutes. It goes so fast.
There's something calming about the river at night. A peacefulness about being outside in God's creation. Even the distant hum of cars passing over the bridge only seems to add to the tranquility. Sitting there looking out at the water, I see a light from a lone boat far across the harbor. Out of earshot, so that it seems to be going silently along.
The wind off the water blows clear my mind. I just wanted--no needed--just a few minutes to find myself. Figure out where I am, and where I'm going. Ended up thinking more about where I'd been.
Behind me are the riverside apartments where my Dad's mother lived for several years when I was young. Mom and Dad would drop me off there on Sunday afternoons. Grandmother wasn't so mobile anymore. She'd been in a bad wreck shortly after I was born and was really never the same. But we'd play baseball in her apartment. With a ball made out of wadded up paper with tape around it. She'd sit on the couch and toss it at me. I'd run around the "bases" while she retrieved the ball and tried to throw it at me. I loved that game. Probably a whole lot more than she did.
To my left is the riverside park and playground. I can remember coming here many times as a kid. For birthdays or holidays. Or just Saturdays. Running. Playing. Swinging. Sliding. Throwing rocks into the river just to see them splash. The playground equipment is all new now. But the memories remain.
And then when I was older. I remember a girl. Walking along the railroad tracks beside the river with her. Dancing on the bank. And the world being a million miles away. I wonder if she ever comes here and thinks about that. It's silly to wonder things like that.
And then I realize five minutes have turned into thirty. Time, as usual, has gotten away. And I must be going. Back to life.
Tonight I drove down to the river. And the wind off the water blew clear my mind...
"I hear the music. I see your face in the moon. Who am I fooling? There's no need for me to pretend. I might sail forever, and never find that island again..."