They are writing about Romeo and Juliet and speaking quickly, with an excitement that only teenage hormones can boast of. They know something I do not. At once, I feel pity and envy. They are in the middle of a long ride to an unknown destination. Some may arrive soon, some may never. That unknown could drive some crazy, but the eloquence of their youth allows patience. A certain hunger allows fasting.
I wonder at myself at this age, what I expected, what I wanted.
A wide expanse has elapsed but there is still a soft desire that stirs inside of me, waiting.