As we struggle through whatever this is just remember how bored we were before there was something to struggle through.

I remember sitting still with my legs hung over the edge of an eroded-out lake embankment, staring at a breathing body of water as the sun danced crystals upon it and in that moment realize that I never actually experienced such a thing. That I was never ten years old, and time is just something we make up to deal with lingering memories which are just old emotions masked as fact.

I think about our children and am reminded of how they are our investment in the future. Their grace and influence will dance crystals on everything they touch.

They are the sun.

Dear world: you are welcome.

Elizabeth, I borrowed this from your heart.