- walking into a quiet, clean apartment, a space all my own
- youthful, naive optimism
- wide, open spaces where the wind is visible in the subtle swaying of the weeds
- thick snowflakes falling silently to an untouched blanket of white
- Grandma Crompton and the constant smell of Downy that always came with her
- lack of awareness of age and time
- no smart phones
- the magic of something experienced for the first time
- not feeling desperately exhausted and unhealthy all the time
- time, just time
Friday, November 16, 2018
Things I Miss Desperately
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