“ Many a year I told her tales. And then the time came for me to watch. And watch I have. ”
Knowledge can be powerful. But it can only be beautiful if there is more to it. If it is guided by something greater than the simple desire to enhance the potency of the mind.
~ Gina Marinello-Sweeney
Two years could change so much under the facade of changing nothing at all.
He had not been tossed aside by time, but lost in it.
It was a gaze that held the comfort of familiarity. There was no mystery, no enigmatic depth, but unrestrained length, the length of years—the laughter of childhood games and Christmas carols of home— lining its pathways with simple, yet easily overlooked, understanding.
