Looking back to a small room packed with people. Stage no more than four inches off the floor, filled with drums and bass and guitar, joined to voices strong or unsure. Young and full of fire, heedless of the hour growing late. We knew so little, but we knew all (isn’t that just like youth?) We gave everything we had to those moments.
I don’t think we pictured ourselves here, years later. Some dreams lost, some fulfilled. Some have wandered, some returned. I miss the simplicity of those times while I’m grateful to have come beyond them…above all I am thankful to have had them, and I treasure every memory made.