Found my old letterman pins and decided to wear them on my coat this winter. Thinking about this self that keeps rolling around the sun.
Such change. And then again, it's the same ol me, carrying a narrative of interwoven events, humming along a small part of this big planet.
It's hopeful to me that the years can reveal mysteries yet unknown. It's hopeful to me that all of my exhausting qualities will move around the sun once again letting light shine on them in a way yet experienced.