I have woken from nights dreaming of cribs, soft white mangers of cashmere and cotton. How is it possible to feel so young but so old at the same time? I wonder how far before humans have gulped down these same thoughts; of feeling so big, but so small. So strong, but infinitely weightless. I heard they landed a robot on a comet today - spinning helplessly in orbit some 300 million miles away. And here I sat with two eyes fixed, phone to ear and pen in hand in silent stillness. When really, unbeknownst to us all, we spin too.
I am living for the in between moments of kind words, good coffee, floral candels, Christmas plans, starry skies and chocolate frosting. All the whilst, still spinning.
