As I Lay Awake

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As I lay awake at night, I remember.

I remember, lying in bed as a child some 50 years ago, listening to the sounds of the robin’s last calls of the day at times mixed with the sounds of a distant train horn making its way towards town. The light of the day reaching that beautiful blue hue that appears when the sun is beyond the horizon, and the shadows blend with the landscape, creating a wonderful early evening glow. With a deep breath, fresh cut grass fills the senses reminding me of the day’s busy activities, which have all been completed now, calling for time of rest.

As I lay awake at night, I remember.

Windows open, The fresh rain permeating the air. Cool breezes wisping through the screen wedged into the window opening, keeping the bedroom sweet and comfortable. Home.

As I lay awake at night, I remember.

I remember life on that street, located midway between the river and the train rails just beyond the backyard. Seemed miles long then, and walks to friends house down that street not only required permission, but took on a sense of independence as you walked that block or two alone. As the sun set there was always my home, and returning there, even at times to the call of my mother screaming my name, was always comforting. As I’d near the house, I remember the other side of the river, a busy hub of activity nearly every night, with rivet guns occasionally echoing and piercing the air even into the wee hours. Seemed to last all night, but never really bothersome. In fact, quite comforting as I look back now.

I remember the river, while not the most beautiful, drew me there like a magnet. Most of the time, without permission. Friends fishing together, excited no matter the catch. At times even today, the occasional fresh water smells of a river take me back to some of the favorite fishing holes there.

As I lay awake at night, I remember these things. The fabric of my youth… thoughts and feelings that will never fade. They drive me to be who I am.

Family. We are a family. As I lay awake at night, I remember.

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