I wish that I could float rather than walk…   or at least give the semblance of gliding…  it would seem so much more ladylike.  Perhaps that it why I feel more like a lady in flats and slippers than I do in heels…   flats are possibly as close as one can get to walking smoothly or evenly.

Today i realized, or rather “felt”,  that something had ended and would never be the same again…  and while that is not a new feeling and has happened on many an occasion before, with regard to many a thing…  it’s funny how the soul always winces… never gathering much immunity to the wistful sorrow of it.  Just enough sorrow to take to one’s favorite spot for a little cry… but not enough sorrow to destroy anything vital to the soul’s ability to feel a wince again in the future…

And it’s a necessary wince…  for it sharply reminds the soul of what ought to be treasured and looked upon with fond delight every now and then…  for many things end, as they should…  and the end highlights the fondness of what was.  But oh to master looking fondly on the treasure while you have it… not merely in sighed rememberance once it is lost…

That said… i am off to new delights that will lead to further wincing of the soul…