In some old boxes of stuff I haven’t looked at for decades, I find a
small packet of pristine snapshots, six altogether, of a much-younger
me. It surprises me to see how much younger, yet how familiar. In two
of them, I’m picking wild raspberries on a camping trip in BC. Another
has me in a Makiki parking lot surrounded by airborne bubbles, looking
airborne myself. Then I’m Brando sporting a Wild One motorcycle cap.
Then I’m at Ala Moana Beach Park. My favorite has me with a yellow
legal pad, deeply engrossed in emulating my heroes, Hemingway and Lum.
Prompt: Unknown