brass.

I had an exceptionally lovely first date last night. My new policy is to reserve judgment until date four, but yeah, it was good. So so good.

And then, during the train ride home, there was a young boy that turned twenty-two yesterday that tried so very hard to take me home with him. I let him sit real close to me and smile at me while I explained to him that I'm just a little bit too much woman for him. But for a moment there, it made me remember how much fun I had that summer when I was 21 and A was 18. My goodness, we had so much fun. And last night, when I turned down that beautiful young boy, I felt like such a grown-up, and I think I liked it.









the most beautiful woman ever:

























in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

e. e. cummings