Distortion

The days run past so quickly, forgive me. I forget my own name, how can I keep any words at my side? Midsummer madness seems but a dream now, a surreal trip of flower wreaths and sunset swims, of new friends and old ways. Was it really just a few days ago? The days run past so quickly.

And now, a home turned upside down, a life moved into boxes for countless weeks and the summer stretches out ahead of us like pearls on a string, every glimmering jewel an adventure. The sun shone so brightly outside today; busied with packing, I thought wait for me, anxiously. At any moment such blue skies can turn.

How unpredictable, this life. I hold on, as best I can.