Gold glitters in the sand on a youthful, innocent stroll at the beach. Gold's the trace of a lover's finger upon his loved one's cheek, glowing with devotion and unsullied in the moment. Gold's low lights in a coffee shop, enveloped by warmth and the scent of freshly ground beans and cocoa. [...]

Having a 98th percentile IQ confirms only that one is a fast thinker, not that one knows a heck of a lot. Though I might quickly be able to answer a trivia question, I often can barely function logically. One need only to look around at any university

I’ve begun taking piano lessons again. I used to play well, but have all-but-forgotten after 20 years of atrophy. We meet once a week and work through a simple book of scales, exercises and elementary etudes. With the ferocity of someone