Finding Momentum

Let’s love when we’re young, and let our freck­les shine in the dark. Let’s love hastily and reck­lessly because we fear the cousins of the unknown. We might stum­ble and we might fall, but we have time, fear­ful, dread­ful time on our side.

Let’s love when we’re old, and let our wrin­kles count our bot­tled years. Let’s love with the strength of a stout dam over steady waters, unmoved and unscathed. This is our reward, paid in the cur­rency of regret, for we are no friends of time.