the hint of more

I have felt, sensed, or both, that hint of more since I was young. As an adult, I’ve always thought it was like a taste or that it’s on the tip of my tongue, but it is always a sense, a feeling, almost a breeze that I know is there but can’t catch … a hem that flits away. Something I can’t grasp, something near that I’m missing.

so this tidbit floored me when i first read it, and still does

i am fortunate to have two friends who (even if on the edges) share my sense — who know such a thing exists, whatever it is