Sometimes it goes quick. Looking at pictures of our children, thinking it felt like yesterday.
Sometimes slow, watching someone you love suffer. Wishing time would speed up.
The stars keep time, from our perspective, time is valuable, I’ve seen it, in the end it becomes the only gold.
Willow and I were out, down below the bridge. Looking at stars and smelling Marmot shit. She did one I did the other. The Columbia is still up. There is a coldness in the air. Snow in the mountains and frost threatening the valley bottom.
The days are warm, pure sunshine, the plants are dying back, yellow and drooping, refusing to give up the ghost, yet know it won’t be long.