Life is beautiful.

Thursday night. Spring, finally. I'm walking down the street. I haven't the faintest idea where I'm headed. I'm just walking. I realize it's just rained. The air smells fresh, the streets are wet. I love the rain. I see two young boys playing lacrosse in their driveway. I smile at them. An oversized truck with an obnoxious lift kit goes barrelling by me. Then it hits me. While everyone is in such a rush to get somewhere, I'm just walking. No deadlines. No expectations. Just walking. I smile once more. This time, the smile lingers on my face for a few more blocks. The smell of grilled meat (slightly Mc Donald's-esque) is hanging in the air. It fades. I keep walking. I see an old woman, in her nightgown, dragging her trash down to the curb. She looks quite proud of herself as she does so. I smile at her. I'm still walking. I can hear louds voices and an infectious beat coming from someone's garage. I look. There are cars lined down the street. A man with wrapped present walks up the driveway and to the door. He's greeted by drunken voices. I wonder who's birthday it is. I hope they have a good evening. This thought puts a smile right back on my face. Or maybe it never left. My feet carry me to the house my best friend used to live in. I keep my head down as I try not to cry, but my smile never fades.

I look at my cellular telephone and reailze my grandma wanted me home long ago. I finally get it. I know where I'm headed. Home, to people who love me, where I belong. Isn't that where we're all going? Straight to the arms of people who love us, no matter how long it takes us to get there.