Pause

The days whisk themselves from underneath your feet, run through sunny spring days and into biting cold. Along the river, your cheeks flush with sunshine, or promise, sometimes it's hard to tell. He calls you later and feels a million miles away, you always hated to let anything go. Christmas approaches, a new year approaches, you look to the screen for answers but it has none, rumor has it the answers are inside of you. We're surviving a year that seems unsurvivable. 

It's a low bar. 

Or maybe it's just right.