12.3.09

I still remember those days. The days when I was a scruffy girl, so engrossed in the shapes of the mountains and the innocuous green trees. So immersed in my wondering thoughts. Still there.
What am I supposed to tell you now that you have grown so much and your hair is falling? You will not deter me from jumping on those puddles. I swear Ill do it… in dribs and drabs, but ill do it.