A Dream

Last night I drempt about cutting my hair. There were new clippers, and they did not really work. And then somehow I was transported back to Nana & Pop's house, where I was apparently a small person because the grandfather clock towered over me.

You're probably waiting for something profound, some reason that I'm sharing this dream. I am too. But I think it just is, and that's okay. Sometimes just being is enough. Life doesn't always require profundity.