Abby's View From The Porch

 

 

Sitting on the front porch has always intrigued and entrenched me in thought. Closing my eyes I can feel so many things on the front porch. The front porch always shifts me through time and memories. 

The sweet drifting melody of Me and Mrs. Jones, as I sit, slowly rocking back and forth with no purpose. The enjoyment of a cool breeze as it tossing my tresses. There is something about sitting on the porch no matter the time of day that makes life happier. A little music wafting through the air, a nice cup of coffee, tea or a pitcher of peach ice tea, and the most elegant of sandwiches and dessert to fest upon.

Nothing can replace the honesty of moments like this. There is no pretense, no ambiguity; it is what it is. Nothing short of paradise can replace this type of happiness. There is just something so intriguing about spending time alone and on the front porch. Words can’t adequately express the feelings that come upon one as she sits and contemplates the words “know thine  own self”. 

This is real happiness. It’s based upon nothing more than being on a  front porch rocking back and forth. The world outside of the porch cease to exist. The front porch is a beautiful rhyme, a smile because you can,  you dance because you can’t, this is the sweetest love. Every moment is written for you. The front porch is yours to command.  Nothing could be sweeter than spending time on the porch.