They say that not matter how old you become, when you are with your siblings, you revert back to childhood.
Miles and years become suddenly invisible when you find yourself back where you started from, as if you've learned nothing and you are once again the person you once were.
It's because everything that's beautiful and worthwhile on this earth starts as a pile of mess. Think of the butterflies. It's the struggle to get past the messy part that makes us who we are.
They sat in silence, watching the river flow in the same direction it always had, a ribbon connecting the past with the present, and a reminder that time moved on regardless of whether you wanted it too.
