Monday, December 19, 2016

Open Sesame!

I'd be a contented kid if I could choose to do it again. To watch is to remember, to recall the joys, the hiding, darting whispers, the giggling at being found. Experts of spaces, counting numbers in the distance and the hurrying to hide, footsteps as clues at a distance, a hushing silence as the finale of numbers approaches. Wandering out into the vacant world, two clocks ticking on excitement. Private keys, pacts and allegiances, each bursting with youth, the creation of codes yet unknown. Parents, outsiders to the secret, strangers to the thrills of adventure. All of life accessed with a single command, a magic worth remembering. The only password that matters.