It's 1:17 on a warm and sunny late September Sunday afternoon and I just heard the ice-cream truck go by. It's funny how one little melody can unleash a flood of thoughts, memories, and feelings. It reminded me of the simplicity of my childhood. It didn't remind me in a theoretical sense, but in a visceral way: as though for a few seconds I was transported to that dimension where that simplicity resides, somewhere under layers of growing up.
Ah to just be ... sometimes I look forward to growing old, really old. I imagine it will be a return to childhood.
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