I always thought the lyrics to the song were terrible, telling us that if we couldn’t be with the one we love, to love the one we’re with. But I need not worry that people will begin settling for such a life, convincing themselves of love with a backwards glance to what they really want. [...]
When cerulean goes to gray.
I could see the band of clouds moving across the sky. Nature seems random, but there is a surprising predictability to it. During my evening runs, a daddy-long-legs spider always crosses in front of me in the same spot on the road, always making me shorten up my stride and wonder why this keeps happening [...]
Three places of being old.
I never really felt old until February. My body doesn’t feel it; my knees, hips and back don’t voice daily objections. I can still do cartwheels out in the yard. My hair isn’t turning gray, nor is it falling out. My mind doesn’t feel it. I don’t have the wisdom that comes from living life. [...]




