It was terribly irresponsible, I suppose. The nights we stayed up walking in the woods, or painting in the Foley's barn. Five in the morning was our bedtime, and who was there to stop us? As far as I remember, we're alone.
...if you can't do a small job well, how can others expect and envision you doing a bigger job well? bring your enthusiasm to even the smallest of jobs, chores and observe what happens, inside and out.
Like wading in and ocean of memories. Each wave that crashes over me brings a different emotion. A smile delights my heart when I think of you and then I am awash in sadness that you are gone. Drowning in my tears. Waiting for the tide to sweep me away.