At glacial speed, I grow.

As a writer, as a functioning human being, as a spirited young lass wanting to taste every breeze on this earth (no eye-rolling, please), I grow painfully slow.

I wonder what it would be like to make leaps and bounds forward?

Would I get whiplash?

Pull something un-pull-able in the old mind?

Oh, well. I have plenty of time ahead. After all, in glacial years, I’m only 0.0000193 years old.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe