“I wonder if old people ever look back on their lives and see it in terms of seasons.

Years of summer.

Decades of spring.

I wonder what I’ll see when I look back later in life. Looking back now, I see sixteen years of spring time, followed by a deep, sudden freeze.

I wonder how long this winter will be for me.

I wonder how long I’ll have only glimpses of sunshine.

I wonder if it will ever be enough to thaw the freeze, or if the ice will just soften for a moment, then harden again.”

The Running Dream

Wendelin Van Draanen