Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Before the change

I am re-connecting with my 12 year-old self. We stayed at a rental house a few blocks from the beach in Laguna Beach. The house had wooden floors and an old piano. We went to the beach during the day. At night we sounded out tunes on the upright piano and played card games around the kitchen table. For some reason that self seems like that last time before full blown adolescence when everything seemed possible. So now I take off my shoes and feel the bare wood floor. Nothing is overwhelming, anything can happen.

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