This is a something about time.
I hate how time passes by but I don’t know what I’d do without it doing so.
My mom turned 58 today and I didn’t realize she was 58 until she said it.
It’s almost as if time stopped two years ago.
But it still flies faster for those I love. That seems to be the rule.
Across the street I see fairy lights below a neighbor’s curtains. For months, I thought they were blinking on the lowest branches of a stranger’s Christmas tree. Now I’m not so sure.
The weak lights inspired me to keep my tree up as long as I have. The early darkness that earth condemned us to is lifting is curtains. Even my plastic tree screams spring these days.
It is March. I’ve made it once again.
I hate how time passes by but I don’t know what I’d do without it doing so.
