when we were younger.

I am not that old. And by smaller measures not that much time has passed.
But remember when we had just left high school. We had so much life. so much unknown.

We weren't tired from life, it was just beginning.
We had jobs, but they were part time, they weren't our full time.

None of us had been in love. We hadn't had our hearts broken.

We knew Jesus. We talked about him, we romanced everything. Our youth was shining.

Night beach trips, midnight hikes, impromptu camping.

Cafes for hours, parks, driving around. Games, bonfires, and even worship.

Everything so regular but not planned.

We sat on peoples lawns on the weekend. Made plans to star gaze frequently. We were cool. We were not the kind of kids that were easy to find, because we claimed nowhere as home.

It's so funny how dead end it seemed at the time, we were anxious to become adults. We didn't know our lives as we knew them would change. And that we miss it.

And so we became adults, parted ways, grew up. We still contacted each other, but it was all different.

It is funny, we also unite in these ways. Sneaking in road trips, hikes, cafe visits, and this old full time routine can still be a little calendar blurb. It isn't the same. Euphoric recall lingers.