written on the road trip. how could i not be inspired by the scenery of the west?!

After the rain - after the last drop has fallen and the ground is still slightly damp, memories have come back to me. The smells and sounds have brought the thoughts of times before. It's funny how one can lead the other. Kind of like the day we discovered each other - the day we realized there was more to who we were. You made me see that I had to open up a whole new part of me. I opened it up and you came right in, turned me into someone I never knew I could be. How did this even happen? Did I even have time to argue? Did you have to convince me? Either way, good thing I can't remember, good thing I didn't have time - I may not have allowed it to be. This way it could be like the rain. The build up was slow, maybe we even anticipated its coming. Then it arrived before we were truly ready (how could we be?) and then the days following handed me sweet memories that in one lifetime, will remind me of so many more.