Wonder
"I miss the fog. It seems that as I grow older foggy days
become less and less frequent, and less and less shrouding and
comfortable than they used to be when I was a child." - Me.
Perhaps it's just, like with so many other things, we become
jaded, whittled down, and lose that sense of innocence and
belief in magic that could see the charm and beauty in
everything. I think that is the one worst thing about becoming
an adult, losing the sense of magic and wonder, losing touch
with the simple joys of living, and of life itself.