The future is calling

Dear Monday evening,

I just picked up the next 2 years of my life. 

Arcade fire sang me into Provo and the spring atmosphere was a beautiful garnish. 

The earth painted her face in glowing green grass, buttermilk blossoms, and a waning sunlight hourglass. 

Guys, the future is calling. 

Dear Monday evening,

The wind from my wound down windows pulled happy, flickering tears across my cheeks like summertime ice blocking. 

My mind raced into the future faster than the car I drove. 

I whipped past Chile, 

I whisked past BYU, 

I zipped through the scenic route, passing a reservoir of memories to be made,

I walked (slowly) past her,

I drank happiness like chilled fizzy pop on a hot summer day.

Guys, the future is calling. 

Dear Monday evening,

The color red held me at bay long enough to see the phases of life pass on the left. 

A teen, aged into a college student, into a middle-aged married man, and grew to an elderly gentleman. 

Guys, the future is calling. 

Dear Monday evening,

Ring out your eyes for the goodness of your future.

Guys, the future is calling. 

Dear Monday evening,

One month- AP tests 

Two months- graduation

Three months- 2 years away

Now- the future is calling. 

Dear Chile, Osorno

You've sunk into me. 

I'll be hugging away all I've known 

I'll be plunging emotions down my throat I'll be sitting on the plane 

I'll be staring at my shoes 

I'll be looking forward.

Guys, the future is calling.

Dear Monday evening,

I want to remember how you made me feel. 

Yes, you. 

I want to remember wasted hours, neighborhoods, waking up, and rebellion.

Dear Monday evening, 

Take a hike. 

Took one with my cousin Christian. 

We left our childhood on the "Y."

Dear Monday evening,

I remember we were spitting seeds. 

I remember we were spitting memories. 

I remember he was spitting advice. 

I remember I was spitting "Hurrah for Israel!" 

I remember my eyes were spitting tears.

Guys, the future is calling. 

Dear Monday evening,

Call us the sun because we will always be moving West 

towards the next stage. 

And just like sunsets, 

that can be beautiful. 

And you guys will be there too, 

and endings are beautiful like you.

Dear Monday evening, 

Words can't describe what you mean

To me. 

And Guys, the future is calling. 

To me.