Calm, youthful fancies

Windswept clouds moved swiftly above us and we were left to our wild, youthful fancies, which in reality were nothing too extreme--only the hope of love and inspiration and a life well lived. How it would manifest itself not one of us knew but there lingered about us a kind of calm, rising assurance that as long as we knew to cherish patch-work picnic quilts and quiet, sunny days and good books, and friendship and laughter and tears, that we were armed for whatever life had in store for us.