An Ode to my past & future

The smell of freshly cut wood brings me back to my grandfather's workshop, where he taught me to love openly, that it’s okay to let your mind wander to the unknown, and that with a head full of gray, you can climb the tree like the little ones who look up to you. To continue daydreaming despite the nos that pile onto my shoulders. I will continue to dream of firewood crackling in the hearth. The smell of roasted coffee swirled into a cup with green leaves draping overhead. The weather-worn tile underfoot. The quiet chatter of unknown individuals, full of aspirations, grows more extensive in the room's warmth. So, I continue to daydream of the day that this is my reality. The day that I can look out into the room and know that my grandfather and those before him are smiling down on me. I will continue to hand-carve the path before me until I am fulfilled and happily pass my legacy on to those after me. 

With all of my heart, I vow to make you proud Grandpa.

Amanda