I hardly recognize the scene before me. Brambles and weeds have overcome the lane that led to our home. The kids used to play and ride bikes up and down its tire marked path. I listen and hear the sounds of their laughter and play, forever written on the wind.
The lane used to extend a warm invitation, but now gives an unwelcome message to any who pass by. Memories from the past haunt the old place now. Visions in my mind of a place called yesterday.
There have been moments in my life when I wanted time to stop, moments when I knew it could not be any better, but puppies grow to be dogs and little children become adults. Moments become memories as life and time continue their cadence, waiting for no one.