[A travel journal entry from the college years of my son, Tom Dix, who returned to spirit 6 years ago today. Today = Sept 17, 2015. For those who knew him: doesn’t this just sound like Tom? Can’t you see him out there tromping in the rain, smiling and having fun? ]
We went to DisneyWorld, and it was all very nice – fun, amusing, entertaining. But the highlight for me was not Mickey Mouse or the Haunted House, it was when it suddenly began to pour and everyone in the park ran for cover. I chose to get wet, and as a result had free run of the whole park! I was soaked, but it was so great to choose to enjoy it, and I felt a little bad for all the people standing beneath the shelters, missing out on what was for me a greater thrill than Space Mountain or anything else.
Also, however, I had a wish within that rain that I did not pursue – to find another enjoying it as much as I. I encountered a few people out in the rain, and only spoke to one – she was the attendant at Dumbo. I had a great time, but I wished for a partner. I didn’t find anyone to ask to be my partner. An untaken risk I’ll never get to try again. A definite regret. But still, the highlight of all the vacationing here this week.
(The underlines are Tom’s)
Here’s one more similar short entry: 10/8 Now I’m blazing a trail back campus and finding that the very thought of being here where few others come is comforting – it’s a feeling of nighttime peace during daylight hours.