You can feel it in the air

You can feel it in the air. You just know when it is present. It can’t be described except in terms that are so over used for all the wrong reasons but when it is present it makes you feel better again about our chances to get it right and tell a beautiful story of what life can be.
In the last few weeks two events happened. One tragic. One majestic. Yet both tell a story of a legacy. Both tell a story of love. Both tell a story of the meaning of time.
One was the tragic death of a dear friend. Yet in that death souls came together to celebrate a life well lived in the art of caring, giving, lovng and well…just being decent and honorable. Nothing but class, style and nobility.
The other was a wedding of sweet gentle young friends. Beginning a life together. Starting out. Dreaming of possibilities. Trusting in the universe to be kind to kind people. A moment in time when things just made sense. Life is lived in the small moments of a day. The joy of starting out can be embraced by us all.
You can feel it in the air. The positive energy. The unhurried connections. The hope that life will be kind to the kind. No amount of stuff can be substituted for truth. The truth of a life well lived…however short it may have been cut. The truth about young love reminding us all why we love.
You can feel it in the air.