2 days ago
Sometimes it is troublesome to admit that i am no longer a small kid running to and from the hillside, stained paint on my overalls, barefoot and climbing with the sun as a lamp over me, getting along with the world and never knowing what numbers were sitting together on a clock. sometimes the idea of this makes me want to close my eyes and return to the hillside where i could hear the birds singing through my baby eyed view 🌱 is there a memory you get nostalgic for? is there an age you remember being that you sometimes wish to return to? a season that reminds you of this? 🌱 springtime for me. age 8!