Time has, as we know, a relative flow. Not rock steady, it eddies.  It’s tributaries tangling, and we stand angling for the ones that got away, the elusive minnow minutes darting and starting to snap in my fingers  as I grasp and clasp them And hold them close to. Watch out, they can crumble! watch…

Waiting no more

Remember this post? Sadly, I’m out of the waiting room but leaving alone. I can’t say anymore as everyone deserves their privacy but I just wanted to give an update. Wish I didn’t have to tbh. Life is short, truly. Let’s make it as sweet as we can.