Perspective at 35,000 feet. Of life lived, living and unlived, opportunities and ideas that play hide and seek like mountains dancing between the clouds of friendships and love. Of lives played out in hours, days and years, related and consumed in gulps. And the hours, days and years go on until they stop. And theContinue reading “Above”
Every moment. Here. Gone. Days. Years. Strong and enduring. Yet impossible to hold onto. Like trying to capture a sunbeam or dandelion fluff. Moments pass through our fingertips. Figments for the future to discover. To build on. To make their own. To rewrite. As I turn to dust and into dandelions and sunbeams.