I haven’t visited Carrot Ranch in a while. Thank you Charli! 🙂
A British playwright wrote: “Youth is wasted on the young.” I think about that now as I navigate a landscape in which I am no longer young.
We made a pact that we would meet on the solstice of our 50th year. Regardless of everything. Not to mention that we’ve not kept in touch.
My sister said I was foolish. “He may not even be alive.”
The Devon beach is empty. I swirl like a young woman, the one you used to know, until I see you.
“You’re like a dream.”
“Until I open my mouth.”
Time is nothing.