Once I was young. Sometimes when I utter these words, I realize too late that the receiving person is older than me. I can be socially inept that way. People help me out, though, and tell me that I'm still young, and indeed, in their perspective, I might be. But once I really was young and even back then, I wanted to write books. I secretly wanted to anyway; my offic[...]
Each morning I sit by my window regarding how the city slowly awakens. Today the city pulse seems to return slowly but I can sense something different about it; it seems calmer and more harmonious than a few months ago. Maybe I am imagining it as our household has become more serene during these weeks. Maybe I'm affected by what I've read about people around the planet pausing in their li[...]