There’s a time and place for being serious. If anyone has it figured out please keep it to yourself. Honolulu

I met my younger self today. She smelled like salt and sunburn, wore dreams too big for her pockets, and had calluses from holding on too tight. She ordered an Americano, black. I did too. Some things don’t change. She glanced at my flying fish tattoo, head tilted, curious, like she was