Sunday

And suddenly last night, I slept with my hood up. Suddenly, it's getting cold. Although if I'm sitting in the car in the sun, I feel hot and I can still pretend for a minute that the days and long nights of winter are not careening toward me.

Suddenly, my daughter has applied to three colleges. She knows how to get her transcript sent over.

Time moves too fast and then when I am waiting for something it slows like caramel. Like, waiting for someone to see our FOR SALE sign out front, some young couple full of hope and the prospect of procreating, waiting for them to turn to one another and say, Oh darling.

But allowing each day to be it's own moment, at it's own speed.