On a morning when each breath draws bright icicles into the soul came a knock on the heart’s door.
“Hey! It’s me! Your inner Bradbury,” came a child’s voice like a warm breeze. “Take me for a spin with a pair of new sneakers unleashed on the meadow next door, like a rocket on the launch pad gathering fuel for one grand push against the Earth, like an old lady with a gleam in her eye who tells of mysteries no little girl or boy can fathom.
“Run across fields full of stars and buzzing sounds that come from nowhere and everywhere. Take me anywhere, but take me – send me on an adventure, share a nugget of joy in the living, in the finding, in the exploring, for it’s a good world to live, find and explore.
“Settle on a distant planet only to find the challenges of men and women don’t change so much just because the scenery is different, but yes they do because the scenery is different, and yet humans are still humans.
“Do anything with me, your inner Bradbury, but don’t neglect me, for there’s the path to old age.”
“I guess I am getting old,” I replied. “But not so old that I would purposefully neglect you, old friend.”
And I reached up for a book.