Off the Record

You usually cannot see the definitive line between the horizon and the sea here, but today, for some reason, the water is an impenetrable blue and the sky, a satiny white. I saw a short bus full of elderly people on their way back to the home from the supermarket and, as they looked at me, I wondered if they were envious of my youth. As I sat stuck in Mr. Gloppy’s Molasses Swamp™ with my little blue gingerbread Candyland™ man, I wondered how a 4-year-old could be so good at a game that involves pure luck. I never realized my life was so much about you until today when I went away and came back again even when I didn’t want to stay or know what to say.