Twenty

This date begs for a blogpost commemoration, and my mind unspools unevenly in response.

I had blissful day out with friends that were separated for slightly too long. Nothing had soured nor aged, and everything will be good in retrospect.

I don’t have much time to say enough now, and when this goes live, I’ll be laying, as spread-eagled as the too-small bunk-bed would allow, writhing in sweat and discomfort.

There’s so much I could write about; the sorrow at my head’s largesse; the broken earphone jack; the shirt I always wanted to get; the primal glee a trampoline park provides or many other things.

Add something new to that list: the incandescent smile, with beautifully creased eyes, and the wave I received a few hours ago. Made me blush for ages.

I’m twenty and I feel no different!