Do you remember when we used to plead with the kingdom of the sun? We’d run along the shoreline, the tide crashing swimming up around our ankles and stinging the cuts on the backs of our feet from shoes that never fit… the ocean was an ominous puddle reflecting the grey sky then and we thought we could keep the sun burning for us forever, even though we never could convince it to stay awake. We thought we were smart, but ended up being cursed by the complex naivety of our youth… “smart yet young.”

I wonder if there’s room to believe those two can exist in a sentence harmoniously.