I sat on a bench under a streetlamp and stared at nothing.
At fifty-five years old, I suddenly felt both too old and too young.
Too old to start over.
Too young to believe my life was finished.
Trent’s words circled in my head.
Stories, health tips, and curious facts made simple.
I sat on a bench under a streetlamp and stared at nothing.
At fifty-five years old, I suddenly felt both too old and too young.
Too old to start over.
Too young to believe my life was finished.
Trent’s words circled in my head.