as intimidated as i am by the idea of aging, the inescapable idea that someday my body will wither and die if i even make it that far, i am surprisingly enough looking forward to future lindsey. me when i'm 24. i can't wait to meet my kids... on my way home tonight, i was startled by a huge yellow face staring at me. ah, hello, moon... it's been a while, winter depresses you too i've noticed. you tend to hide indoors in your heavenly abode with the fluffy gray curtains drawn tight, and i can't say that i blame you, some days. but that was earlier tonight... as for now, you've never looked so cold and distant. i miss the friendly old familiar moon i used to turn my restless eyes to on those nights where there were no words. sometimes you miss friends even when they're right next to you.