Nostalgia
A touch of bittersweet sorrow and nostalgia can't hurt anyone, right? I can't recall what I came here to write, so I'll write a bit about blogs. I only read three blogs regularly now, but I'm better for it. The cliched "quality over quantity" and "choose your friends" and what not are cliched for a reason. Eh...humdrum writing is stifling.-----
I wish it were possible to explain now how emotionally moved I was by a piece of writing, how after reading it I still felt the quiet, fortifying sorrow seep from the page and the silent joy, too, that is his way of life. This past summer has truly been an incredible learning experience for me, just having been able to touch hands and lock eyes with new people, different and vibrant and talented, to comprehend just a little how true it is when adults are described as founts of knowledge and wisdom and are indeed accessible to us, still young and naive yet. I wonder often now whether twenty, thirty years from now I will be in the rank of the beautiful adults I admire today or of those disturbing specimens of ignorance and pretentious wisdom I detest.
-----
Is it possible to be entirely bewitched by someone you hardly know? A few words. A look in the eyes. A smile. And then you're swept off your feet, head lifted above the clouds, heart lost for no reason but that single bewitching smile.
