When I was little, my father took a piece of wood and carved me a boat. He made a little sail too and asked what I'd like it to be named. Tiituu, I said. He carved the name and my boat was ready. We lived in the very northest part of the country those days, but it was an exceptionally warm summer. He took me to a little river and said "This takes out to the polar sea - It's open right now. Want to set it free?" I wanted the boat to be free but I didn't want to release it, because it was my boat and I loved daddy who made it... I asked him to release it for me. He put it on water and it went along with the current. I remembered that boat last night when I was in my bed waiting to fall asleep. As the years go by, I remember that boat time to time - and wonder if it really made it to the sea. And sometimes, just sometimes, I think I should have kept it as memory of a beautiful day in a time everything was okay.
Tune of the moment:
Lifehouse - Walking Away
Hey
Remember me
I remember you
Walking away