save these questions for another day.

playing billy joel on the piano moves me.
it takes me back to the memory of my mother playing the same piece before bed, all those years ago.
it was raining outside, and our pajamas were warm out of the dryer. the black dog was curled up by the heater, and there was a minty taste in my mouth from having just brushed my teeth.

it makes me think, how far we have come.
despite the fact that i like to think i am young, i realise more and more each day that i am living an adult life.
when did i grow up?

*shrugs* i think i'll just go play piano again and not worry about the world.
how childish.