Seasons of Secrets

Grand Canyon Summer 2013

Preface
Seasons bring change and our past to present. And if our moods and sensations that surface are really all we are, then our memories move us as often as the weather moves above us. Below, a few words written some time ago in appreciation of the seasons gone by.

Give. Give an unreasonable amount of thanks today. Unreasonable amounts.

Thanks.

I'm giving my thanks to a woman who gave me an unreasonable amount of thanks.

Because you taught me we are wiser, to be present, more mature, be understanding, that in my future there would be an awful lot of anger.

My little body would jump out of bed as soon as I saw light and I would throw on my little clothes and put on my little shoes and run my little legs past the cartoons on the tube and out the door and down the steps and across the lawn and up your steps to your door to knock little knocks to let me in.

You knew.

The door would open and it was you.

You knew.

Delighted, I would run past you to the kitchen to take a seat at the table already set with a bowl filled with food and a glass filled with drink.

You knew.

You sat across from me and before our first bite we would give thanks.

You knew.

Give an unreasonable amount of thanks today. Unreasonable amounts.

Thanks.

October 2015

Writer
Giuseppe de Caria

Photographer
Giuseppe de Caria

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