Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences.

“She decides to make a list of the things that make her happy. She writes 'plum-…”

“When we consider that each of us has only one life to live, isn’t it rather tra…”

“There is a madness, yes, this is true. Few mortals possess it, the willingness …”

“And then it went, and time passed properly once more, every second following ev…”