Months beneath the water, then eight hours in the air.
She rises, mates, and is gone.
Just a short note in the margin of a single day.
And I, I stand here, almost envious, of that pure and simple mission: To begin, to love, to end all in one bright span. Awe in the brevity, a life complete in the arc of a single sun.
buy prednisolone acetate eye drops Driving Through Michigan in October The highway hummed beneath me and I’m thinking about the years stacked like worn photographs in a shoebox. How they blur together until one afternoon becomes every afternoon, one goodbye every farewell. There’s a town I passed through once where the leaves were turning and someone I loved was still alive. Now I’m older and the songs on the radio sound like they’re playing underwater.
Then fields stretch out brown and gold. Everything is beautiful and everything is passing.
A plane crossed the sky and I wondered where it was going, who was on it, if they were looking down at me the way I was looking up at them, both of us in motion, both of us trying to get somewhere, both of us already gone.
