Deep Above Waterline

When the boat is resting on the ground, the sun is deep at the bottom of the boundless cosmic ocean, from where dreams come...

Too vivid for "me the present" images of a bygone childhood, when the sun tasted and smelled, and the wind could scare or make me laugh. Why are living pictures of the surrounding world not so pleasing to the eye as the photo on the monitor? Is it just because of computer processing? Or is it because we choose convenience between convenience and life? 

Little me, answer!

Will my future become as bright as the past? Will new colors, smells and touches open up? Will I be able to multiply the experience of past years by the perspectives that maturity gives?

Today I am, answer!