I wish that was me running on the beach, feet wet and sandy, carefree. But it’s not. Still, when I close my eyes, imagine, and recall those innocent years, I feel it all. The imprints are still there, alive, kicking. Life’s years add unexpected colors to the past, and perhaps even a touch of intensity. It’s nice to look back, daydream and continue planting seeds. Dream castles are still waiting to be built.