19 May 2012
Wish I had my children's view of time. I wish their view was mine.
No hurry, no scurry, no rushing around. Unless it's for adventure; digging holes in the ground.
Building castles and houses way up in the trees, Can we stay out another half hour please?
While here I am rushing from here to there. Smiling ruefully at their lack of care.
Oh to be young and have time bend to your will. To go on adventures with time standing still.
Oh To Be Young • Opuss № I