Well shit on a shingle...and not the sandwich.
It is amazing to me how quickly time passes. How we let little moments slip away and make mountains out of mole hills.
Life is precious. A gift they say...and yet sometimes its a GAG gift and I'd like to give it back. I'm spending my time reflecting on those little moments that I may have or may not have, at the time, thought, "remember this." But I do. A touch on the shoulder, a tight hug from a friend, a kiss on the cheek, a notecard in the snail mail, bit of laughter over something no one else will get, a smile across the room.
In one moment it can be gone.
In one moment, that took moments of negative time to add up, it can disappear.
And then you scrape, and scramble to try to get all those little seconds, together and make meaning of them. some stick. some don't. like glitter that you wipe most away and yet some always manage to get stuck on you somewhere, in your hair, on your face, in your clothes.
All that glitter. Wasted.
