Life is swiftly breezing by. Time is floating in the air. If you don’t do anything it will pass you without a thought. I clutch and cling but can never pin it down. You can never bottle it up or make it stop, why try? Why not let the breeze gently kick and bump you along. Why not find comfort under it’s fleeting gentle movements. Maybe someday you’ll learn how to ride the breeze. Maybe someday you will learn to fly.
Excuse me being sentimental. But after a long month or so of looking forward to bed every night, I am thrilled to be excited about life again.