Sunday Morning Coffee

I awakened to the Sunday morning  hits on the radio from 1972, those songs took me back to a time where I neither worried about mortgages, work, credit card payments, or insurance . . . my only concern in 1972 was . . . . . . well, I guess I really had none . . . other than where to hang out with friends . . . which we did every waking moment, we also did not have tweeter, facebook, or blackberries.  The telephone and passing notes in class were our most modern modes of communication that facilitated our plans for hanging out, listening to rock and roll and  . . . yes, spending hours on end just sitting and talking . . . life was in slow motion... yes, we talked often about speeding it up, going to far away places . . . . We did not know how truly precious, fragile and fleeting those moments really were . . .The days of 1972 are gone, but the thing that made those moments special still remains......that sense of timelessness is deep within us ...a desire for laughter....a capacity for wonder......and a longing to wander . . . . . .