I am not in my youth,

but my youth is still in me.

I have moments,

rare, shining moments,

that lift me from the heavy burdens of age,

and let me fly, freely and joyfully,

once again,

as I hang glide down the curve of a sloping hill,

parasail high above the open sea,

drive down a deserted highway with the wind in my face.

Those moments...

those shining touchstone moments,

are there for me still,

calling out to remind me of the girl I used to be,

the girl I still am,

the girl I will always be.