As a kid I made up a lot of fictions about life. Doing so at the time help me make sense of the world around me. As I grew up, I had to discern which of those fictions held truth and which were false.
I recently walked in our neighborhood to a deconstructing house where in the back of the lot there remains a trampoline and abandoned swingset. This represents childhood’s end to me, and an opportunity for maturity’s beginning. As sandcastles dissolve, the sea, sand and sky remain.
What represents childhood’s end to you? Are there any sandcastle still dissolving in your world? Ki to Happiness lets her inner childhood continue in the sea, sand and sky.