the thing about time is that it never stops to wait.
for those who got a late start to their day, dragging themselves out of bed,
for those who walked into the now burning building on this day and not the last;
time does not wait for us to catch up or and it certainly does not give us warning signs.
we can all spend our time worrying about "perfect" timing, but to what end?
time brings nothing but the seasons;
it blows in fall's scent and transforms into winter's chill.
it lingers.
winter darkens the sky and the wind bites.
red noses and frosty fingers find sweet release with steaming cocoa and knitted gloves.
winter makes me think, and i find myself wrapped in a faux fur blanket.
at my fireplace i find myself braiding my hair; i've said it before, and i'll say it again:
there really is something beautiful about braiding hair.
the way strands are threaded neatly, or maybe messy,
like all of a person's thoughts and feelings are being twisted into their hair.
and when it gets to be too much, as it is now,
i unwind the braid,
i am set free and my thoughts flow.