Maybe this afternoon, for a minute, I was a kid again. Sitting atop the swing-set monkey bars watching a pink sky creep over Boston as the sun sank behind me, the cold air made it impossible for my mind to be anything but clear.
My nose was pink and my sweatshirt was too thin but I couldn't let it get to me, not just yet. I had to stay out there because I could tell, I won't feel that way again in a long time.
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