In my house, on my stairs, I have a set of 6 pictures that I copied from deep within my parents' photo albums. I have always loved these pictures. I put them in view so I could look at them daily and remind myself of something important.
I'm always holding on to her.
When I get all caught up in minutiae, schedules and rent and bills and who said what, I pause and look closely at my face in these pictures, because I think a secret lives in there.
The secret is: Therein lies my true nature.
My truest self, before all the little annoying details of life tried to obscure it, is there in that face. Therein lies all the hope of a girl destined to spin out her days, laughing to the wind.
I must remember always, always to be good to her.