We get older. We forget who we were, how invincible, how infallible.
We forget those raving angels full of mad promise, insolent and beautiful, cocky and unsure, ready to burn it all — All of it, from alpha to omega. That ride to the apex; that quest for destiny.
I sat there answering questions like an old wise man, witnessing their timid beginnings thru soft moments of brilliance and insecurity. We talked and then we took pictures and I remembered. I saw the glimmer in their eye and I remembered.
It's all good really.
Ongoing, everlasting & good.