but, can they compare?Posted: January 3, 2009
I’ve stood atop the Great Wall of China, let the wind tousle my then short hair and felt the thousand-year-old stone run along my fingertips;
I’ve wandered aimlessly without ever losing my sense of direction through the streets of Tokyo, losing myself in the crowd;
I’ve climbed to the top of the Eiffel Tower of Paris, France, staring into the city as the elevator slowly made its ascent;
I’ve waded in the waters of the most pristine beaches of the Australian coast, feeling the sand between my toes and the sun shine above;
I’ve done those all alone, those wondrous feats.
I’ve whiled away the hours sitting on a worn corduroy couch watching what could aptly be described as trash television;
I’ve concocted the most sappy of poems, most hopelessly romantic of writings, typing away on a worn keyboard or writing with a worn pen;
I’ve watched the clouds saunter by on their beautifully blue walkways in the sky, noting each individual shape they formed;
I’ve enjoyed countless hours, minutes, seconds, in conversation, sitting on a wrought metal chair in an old cafe;
I’ve done those all with you, those wondrous feats.
But, can they compare?
By all accounts, of course they can.