Above us, only sky

\These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume; the sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness and in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
(Shakespeare: Friar Laurence – learnt almost entirely by osmosis)

Even now I can see in my mind Steven booming out the above lines (sweat pouring from his reddened face) during the Shakuhachi of the first Stomp I had ever seen. It was amazing... beautiful.
I imagine, years from now, hearing somebody saying they married young and smiling softly to myself thinking; "I was married when I was eighteen and I was afraid of my husband because he was a teacher and I was hardly out of school. In those days he seemed to me terribly learned, clever and important. But now, unfortunately, it is different." It's amazing how much one week has changed my life so.
I'm excited and therefore terrified about the future. Now there's point, but with meaning comes risk.