3,653 days

I saw a sea of gold.

I am going to miss this little chatter box when she is grown and speaks no longer of such trivial matters with such conviction; the purity of a child's word.

We went to Efteling, and Universe decided to grant me my birthday weather, the bright blue skies of my youth.

Today we play, we rest, we enjoy life.

I found a piece I wrote 20 years ago in Spanish; strange, how time goes, how the brain adapts, I would not be able to replicate those words now, I've gone backwards.

Haven't suffered brain fog in a while; those sandwiches were a mistake.