Now I long for simplicity. It’s all I want.
I do not think this makes me old. I think it makes me pummeled, like sea glass.
Sea glass is pretty.
"and there was this feeling there—this overwhelming feeling of anticipated joy and unfettered possibility—that is still palpable in my consciousness. the feeling of good things—unknown and unmentionable yet vaguely familiar—to come. life, in all its glory, sprawled out in front of me in a moment." - shelley mcconkie