When we were younger we saw the signs more prevalently, more often, on the path to school, trudging through the wet grass as though the magical shimmering droplets were made of some other substance, always a surprise to find damp socks as we sat down into class.

this made me think of my childhood and teenhood. Also made me think of the book that I considered my favorite right around the age of 16. I won't even mention it because it's not a good book. It's kind of like how 

Nedzen

described the feeling of 

psychedelics

never really being truly about the psychedelics themselves and more about how they unlocked something personal within the human.