The geography of my body has become a little unfamiliar. There are silver paths left by tiny feet and new mountains and hills created by an earthquake.
I am rich.
There are new masterpieces at my disposal. A living sculpture that continually changes and is molded anew, coos and giggles that are more melodious than any music. There is a story that is greater than any drama unfolding before my eyes.
I am privileged.