There is a tiny rocket ship in my palm.
I first noticed it when I was but a wee gal. Back then I was fascinated with it. Nestled in among the swirls and curls and curves of all those tiny lines on the palm of my hand. It's in the lower left quandrant of my right palm. A rocket ship on my left palm just would be inappropriate, don't you think?
I hadn't thought about that rocket ship in my palm for quite a few years. As an adult, there is so much less time to sit around looking at one's palm and admiring whatever one finds there.
But last weekend I was reminded of the existence of my rocket ship. It pleases me for it to still be there. Forgotten but not gone.
A person needs a few constants in their life.
At least, this person does.