A Free Spirit.
Still filled with that exuberance of possibilities.
Able to surround myself with inspiration and beauty.
Able to explore the world with fresh perspective.
My walls are beige.
My floors are tile.
And littered with crumbs.
And I really ought to clean them more often.
My books are getting dusty.
Sometimes I think my mind is too.
My spirit certainly is.
But then there are those days.
The days when those two little boys hold hands.
Push the emergency call button.
Then we run again.
And the world is beautiful.