This morning, I went for a thirty minute walk with my son. We talked the entire time. Not just filling space, but real conversation. At four years old, this came faster than I expected. It's wonderful. And melancholic.
"For the young the days go fast and the years go slow; for the old the days go slow and the years go fast." —Anna Quindlen
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