To Everything...

To be completely honest, it really didn’t seem like that long ago. Was it? Still by the pond in a white helmet; been there so many times but this one always stands out in the recesses of the mind. Even when flipping through the cabinet of unlabeled albums – dusty, musty – that image still does.

But now. It’s a voice. The wires that run across half a day, filled with what the plans will be for today and tomorrow. It’s a voice. That will meet new people, see new things; grow. Not by the pond anymore and not in a blue hoodie or a backwards cap, scuttling about. Or any of those things.

Before I even knew it, you’re the voice now. It's time to sing the most beautiful verse.