The end. The beginning. No one ever talks about the middle. The settling. The rush you get even when there's nothing new and nothing old. I call it the Golden Age. The time when I know what I've got and I feel invincible. Secure. Hopeful. Realistic. Not jaded, but not so jumpy that I can't get ahold of myself. There's something beautiful about the sun at high noon, even though everyone seems to be holding their breath for dawn and dusk. Well me, I'm breathing in and out.
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