The eight-mile parking lot

The eight-mile parking lot. In Seattle, I call it the I-405 north bound. Today, I have traveled in this parking lot. While in it, I thought about my journey -a journey of my life and what is to become of it.
It is funny how we think of our memories while stuck in traffic. I have a great memory of the past -back to my earliest childhood. For instance, I can still feel the chair that I was sitting in, onboard an aircraft to the west pacific islands. I was three years old at the time.
Today, however, I was remembering a time when love was, somewhat, a treasure in one’s life. Many loves in my life. All gone to memories -however- they were all stepping stones to my future life -of love. I know it; I feel it. And one day I will smile again.
Overall, I know that in my mind, there are memories that are hidden -to protect my heart and soul. Memories I dare not to think about or try to dig out of my brain. Because they’re a thing of the past that will not make my future manifest into what the Universe will deliver. What ever that is, I know it will be grand. Anyway, good night and sweet dreams, world. Kisses.