But it never ceases to amaze me how difficult the things that are supposed to be instinctive really are.
After the two drinks, she felt warm inside, and slightly indistinct at the edges.
Beginnings could happen more than once, or in different ways.
The world was made up of people putting one foot in front of the other; and a life might appear ordinary simply because the person living it had been doing so for a long time.
But maybe it's what the world needs. A little less sense, and a little more faith.
It was not a life, if lived without love.