How blissful to be
no more than six and 4 inches and 3 feet.
What do we do when the good old days are long gone? We bring them back, starting with a box of children's cereals if you, like me, have had it banished from your pantry for some reason or other. We wake up plenty of mornings, grappling with our identities - unsure about the present, apprehensive about the future; what better than to throw all caution to the wind and travel with mind and soul to those times when happiness was absolute.
(Don't let snowstorms delay your flights).