Musings: Sunny Sundays

First and addition. Then an amusement. Soon a thing to look forward to. Life passes and one day you have a moment to breath and catch sight of a small framed of a picture of a much younger time, and you realize that the addition, the amusement, the bonus at the end of the work day is more then your loves, your daughters and sons. They where the sinews that connected the discoherent pieces of life. They bridged the goods and bads and subtly ran roots in the heart of life. They where the supports for our every breath…the joy of our lives, the soul of existence. If only we had known enough then to grab hold of every moment, and live for the then, not for the small framed pictures at the end of it all