Liz, this is such a mind dump of words and emotions written with none of the restrictions and rules we were all taught at school yet which has style and flow and is full of such unabashed life and wordsmithery (I made that bit up...) that you can't help but smile and be carried along in a tuktuk of emotional attachment and joy, not wanting the journey to end as you just sit back and take in the scenery...😊
The scary thing is how quickly we start losing those words from our memory. At 64, I'm aware I don't use words like I used to and how much longer it takes to think of the right words.
Liz, this is such a mind dump of words and emotions written with none of the restrictions and rules we were all taught at school yet which has style and flow and is full of such unabashed life and wordsmithery (I made that bit up...) that you can't help but smile and be carried along in a tuktuk of emotional attachment and joy, not wanting the journey to end as you just sit back and take in the scenery...😊
The scary thing is how quickly we start losing those words from our memory. At 64, I'm aware I don't use words like I used to and how much longer it takes to think of the right words.