in the dark

I visited Andrew the other night.  I was alone.  It was dark out, breezy, and very fall like.  The kind of night where I have memories as a young kid playing outside with the neighbors.  I had a great childhood.  I grew up on a small court with lots of kids and we'd spend so many nights outside running around playing "ghost in the graveyard" (ironic, huh?)!  I grew up about a mile down the road from St. Marks. 

I couldn't help but think "when the heck did I grow up?"  Of all the memories I have in Vienna and at St Marks, to think that there I was, alone in the dark, visiting my son.  It was pretty wierd.

I love this picture, it looks like I didn't have a stress in the world!