Lately I have only been able to think in moments. Brief flashes of memory, peeks into the window of ideas, and squinty looks at the world around me are all I have been able to take in and process.
Little boys and tall giraffes.
Taking in the thoughts of zebras.
Impressions of cousins eating lunch and having conversations that exist way above my intellect.
The special communication that happens between a 90 year-old woman and a 4 year-old child.