I’m sitting in my car, in a strange unsettled state, at a Whole Foods parking lot. This does not please me. I feel bad going there, but it’s closer at the moment than our Food Coop.
The sun is hot, and I’m feeling bothered.
I’m ashamed to say this, but for the first time, I truly wish I were in my mid-twenties again, just for the sheer pleasure how how free my body felt, entrammelled though I was in other ways.
This feeling will pass soon, I tell myself.
I am still fit, though no longer youthful.
Life still holds honey. Feeling young is mostly mental, but the physical part helps!
Passing thoughts in solitude in a parking lot on a late Friday afternoon.
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