Today I am Writing: On Chaos

The children are losing their minds.

My friend and I speculate that it is May, and by May they are overloaded and they do not any longer care, about decorum.

I, of course, am driven mad by their madness.

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And yet, I laugh with pure glee at their witty observations.

I giggle at their impossibilities.

I turn my head at their brilliant offhand statements.

I find them irresistible in their liveliness.

It may be chaos, but it is a sacred rhythm.