Slingshot boomerangs

Feeling invigorated by the scent of spring in the air....

Tell tale moment:
Young love never dies once you become oldER, does it? Not for me. Although french fries will always be my first love and first word, there's something that pulls you back in your mind to those first tender moments walking home from school. Or when you were note passing in class feeling exhilarated yet completely vulnerable. Where, for a teenager (or preteen) telling someone how you feel literally cripples you until you hear back or get SOME sort of answer to those four words written on that note. Maybe it was the smell of Drakkar noir in the air or your teacher's bad BO...you can't help but remember how crazy in love you were.

What's more shocking?
Years later reconnecting with someone and going through it again. Admitting after so many years that the unrequieted feelings are there. Well, as much as they can be considering a million lifetimes has passed.

Something to ponder as the flowers begin to bloom again and the snow on the tennis courts melts....