Sometimes, a year can seem to last an eternity. Another will fly by. Missing skies of home today has me thinking back. In the capital, Carlo has turned one. In the fleeting months since creating this Visual Prose to celebrate, I wonder how far I've come, by comparison. At my age, milestones are less visible, not always expected (except growth rings). No longer the blankest canvas, still, I look to learn (although, employing filters). May I not lose that childlike desire, or curiosity.
I may not be standing in the same place, but I still stand under southern skies. Some things change...
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