Wednesday, February 18, 2009

See The Windmill?

Way back in High School, on a Saturday night, my friend and I ended up "going for a drive" with a couple of guys we went to school with.

We parked out in the country somewhere.

When I asked where we were, the reply I got was, "See the windmill?"


So today, every time I see a windmill I think, "See the windmill?" and think of that person.

I "liked" him before I ever knew his name.

Two years later, he gave me my first kiss.

I saw him tonight.




See the windmill?

1 comment:

that girl said...

isn't it funny how things, smells, sounds, can bring you back to a place and time from long ago?

cherish the memories.