My Thoughts Wander

As I drive past the neighbors, I see they are re-shingling their roof. My thoughts wander.
We re-shingled our roof over four years ago. I can remember debating on the color for months, driving around town looking at houses, riding across the creek on the 4-wheeler, gazing back towards the house from a distance, imagining different colors. I always feel like these kinds of decisions will be easy. Until the time comes to actually make the decision - then it’s always hard. Finally, I decided on green. My thoughts wander.
Back then, when I was worried about what color shingles to put on the roof, I had no idea that in the near future, life as I knew it would no longer exist. There would be twists, turns and detours. Hopes and dreams would be put on hold indefinitely. My thoughts wander.
Today there remains a true dividing line in my life, an instant in time if you will, in which every thought I have either happened before or after that time. My thoughts wander.
Over four years later, I wish I would have chosen charcoal shingles instead of green. Over four years later, I wish things could still be that simple and carefree.