Bitter/Sweet Memories we often wish we were able to reverse the clock to find those times to enjoy once again.
A space where one feels secure and content always questioning as growing older realizing things are not always as they appear.
Very confusing to young minds, developing us into who we are, realizing river of time flows forward and onward, we only have one direction in keeping going.
You know, I often think how good a coffee, or other such beverage, (and bloody cakes) would be with you. You have much wisdom to impart.
Would gladly pitch a tent under the stars with a fire going making stick bread, chatting the night away.
We don't know where we going to if we don't know from whence we have come, something along those lines my Dad always said.
Sounds pretty good to me.