Recollections In The Mist

The music plays softly as I sit near the bay window with my cup of Rooibos tea sipping leisurely , as my mind recollects the carefree days of my childhood. Life was easy.

The days of youthful glory, the not there yet days of young adult. To the roar of adult independence . To the days of finding what you thought was who you were. To growth, challenges, and the maturity that allows you to reflect on what was . This is when the illusions have subsided and YOUR reality shows. The ride has been up, in between, and down. But now you know~Crooked-Lavender ~