ache

i very much believe there to be good types of ache as well as the bad.
right now, i am aching.
i am aching for what i had four summers ago.
after a long, hard day, i would sit on stairway steps looking out on the city of santa ana. the sun was burning fiercely while it was going down... almost like it was resisting its responsibility to set so that the moon may shine.
i would either be licking a popsicle or munching on some corn on the cob.
i would be sitting with a good friend talking about the children, jesus, or how hard life is.
there would be nothing on my feet but $5 old navy sandals, nothing on my sore legs but a pair of jeans/shorts and an old, well-worn tee.
i would have absolutely no makeup on and my hair would be lazily swept up in an unkempt ponytail.
man, those were the best times.

i had a similar moment recently.
sitting on a bench in balboa, looking out at the water. eating the best french sandwich i have ever had. conversing with a good friend. relaxing and knowing that everything will be alright.

i don't know what it is about nature.
my soul feels free.