Time gets away from me…from most people. Something beautiful one day has turned twisted and gnarled the next. Nothing of permanence. I try to grasp this concept as one tries to grasp fog or water. Lovely for that brief instance before fading or trickling between tightly cupped hands. Safety, love, respect, even danger (with the right movie playing at 3 am) are impermanent. Very few people are stuck in amber. I try to remember that, feeling of of sadness or joy and how it changes(ed), when I write. Capturing that feeling of right now while knowing the future is never what we expect.