Summertime Flying By

It’s August. Who knew? It’s significantly August too. I think I blinked and missed that first week running by. It’s been known to happen. It’s hard to keep track of all these days. Line them up and number them, and still they seem to scatter and hide the moment I try to count them. Yesterday feels like an age ago, and last week feels like a moment just passed. Life is losing coherency. Everything is being shredded and thrown up in the air, left to hang suspended on a breeze, floating down, like snow on a mid-winter’s day.


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